Robert Herrick

To Daffadils

     Fair Daffadils, 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 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.