To Daffodills

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
     You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
     Has not attained 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 anything.
              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.