Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together,
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.
