Tuesday Poem

TO DAFFODILS BY ROBERT HERRICK

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, 5
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the evensong;
And, having pray’d together, we
Will go with you along. 10

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 15
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. 20

from Book of Sorrow, at Bartleby

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