
 
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