DAFFODILS. 
Faif 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 hastening 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 ye. 
We have as fleet a spring, 
As quick a growth to meet decay 
As you or any thing ; 
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. 
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