TO DAFFODILS BY ROBERT HERRICK#FORWARDED BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL

TO DAFFODILS

To 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 hasting day
Has run
But to the evensong;
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 anything.
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.

Robert Herrick