Floral Poetry. 
91 
Stern Ruin’s ploughshare drives elate, 
Full on thy bloom, 
Till crushed beneath the furrow’s weight, 
Shall be thy doom. 
Burns. 
TO DAFFODILS. 
Y?CAIR 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 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 any thing: 
We die, 
As your hours do; and dry 
Away 
Like to the Summer’s rain, 
Or as the pearls of morning dew, 
Ne’er to be found again. 
Herrick. 
