"To Daffodils,

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 as 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."
- Robert Herick.