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 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.