To Daffodils Robert Herrick Fair daffodills, 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 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's dew Ne'er to be found again.