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DIRGE OF FLOWERS. 
But you are lovely leaves, where we 
May read how soon things have 
Their end, though ne’er so brave : 
And after they have shown their pride, 
Like you, a while, they glide 
Into the grave. 
DAFFODILS. 
HERRICK. 
Fjiir daffodils, we weep to see 
V ou haste away so soon ; 
As yet the early-rising sun 
Has not attained his noon : 
Stay, stay, 
Until the hast’ning day 
Has run 
But to the even-song ; 
And, having prayed together, we 
Will go with you along ! 
We have short time to stay, as y ou ; 
We have as short a spring. 
As quick a growth to meet decay. 
As yotl, or any thing: 
We die 
As your hours do j and dry 
