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TO DAFFODILS 



'AIR 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's dew. 

 Ne'er to be found again. 



A SONG OF APPLE-BLUTH 



AVE you ne'er waked in the grey of the day-dawn 

 Whitely to stand at the window scarce-seen. 

 Over the garden to peer in the May-dawn 

 Past to the fruit-close whose pale boughs not green 



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