To Daffodils

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
   Has not attaine'd his noon.
       Stay, stay
   Until the hasting day
       Has run
   But to the evensong;
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 rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
   Ne'er to be found again. 

ROBERT HERRICK