Tuesday, June 24, 2014

To Daffodils

Another one of my favorite poems.

To Daffodils
By Robert Herrick (1591–1674)

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 evensong;
And, having prayed 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
Like to the summer’s rain;
Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,   
Ne’er to be found again.

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