To Daffodils

By ROBERT HERRICK  (1591-1674)



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 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






Another Poem by Robert Herrick:



Upon a Child That Died

Here she lies, a pretty bud,

Lately made of flesh and blood,

Who as soon fell fast asleep

As her little eyes did peep.

Give her strewings, but not stir

The earth that lightly covers her.