Fair Daffadils, we weep to see <br />You haste away so soon; <br />As yet the early-rising sun <br />Has not attain'd his noon. <br />Stay, stay, <br />Until the hasting day <br />Has run <br />But to the even-song; <br />And, having pray'd together, we <br />Will go with you along. <br /> <br />We have short time to stay, as you; <br />We have as short a spring; <br />As quick a growth to meet decay, <br />As you, or any thing. <br />We die <br />As your hours do, and dry <br />Away, <br />Like to the summer's rain; <br />Or as the pearls of morning's dew, <br />Ne'er to be found again.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-daffadils/
