daffodils

  To Daffadills Faire Daffadills, we weep to see You haste away so soone: As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his Noone. Stay, stay, Untill the hasting day Has run But to the Even-song; And, having pray'd 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 any thing We die, As your hours doe, and drie Away, Like to the Summeres raine; Or as the pearles of Mornings dew, Ne'er to be found again. by Robert Herrick