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