98 
THE DAFFODIL. 
ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see 
Ye haste away so soon; 
As yet the early rising sun 
Has not attain’d his noon : 
Stay, stay,. 
Until the hastening day 
Has run 
But to the even-song; 
And, having pray’d together, we 
Will go with ye along. 
We have short time to stay, as ye; 
We have as fleet a spring; 
As quick a growth to meet decay. 
As ye, or anything. 
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 he found again. 
Herrick. 
