  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 hast'ning day Has run But to the even-song; 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 any thing: We die, As your hours do; and dry Away Like to the summer's rain, Or as the pearls of morning-dew, Ne'er to be found again. |
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