To Daffodils - Herrick's Poems, World's Classics.

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, we
Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a Spring;
As quick as growth to meet dacay
As you, or any thing.
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.

(Herrick's Poems, World's Classics.)