To Daffodils
Robert Herrick · 1648
Public domain
From The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave. Robert Herrick. The text is free of copyright in the United States. This copy is the poem, without the Project Gutenberg header.
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 a growth to meet decay
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.