To Daffodils

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 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.