To Daffodils - ROBERT HERRICK
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 evensong;
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 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.
No comments