To Daffodils : Robert Herrick

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see,
You haste away to soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his moon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day.
Has run
But 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 anything
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Away,
Like to the summer's morning dew
Ne'er to be found again.

Daffodil flowers, Picture: tyestravel.com