PAFFODIL—JlEdArtD. 
AIR 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 even-song ; 
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. 
Hen ick. 
