Daffodils - Jacaszek

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

Until the hasting day

Has run

But to the evensong

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 anything

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