To Daffodils

Robert Herrick (1591–1674)

FAIRE daffadills, we weep to see

You haste away so soone;

As yet the early-rising sun

Has not attained his noone.

Stay, stay,

Until the hastening day

Has run

But to the even-song;

And having prayed together, we

Will goe 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 doe, and drie

Away,

Like to the summer’s raine,

Or as the pearles of morning’s dew,

Ne’er to be found againe.