CHAPTER IY. 
DAFFODIL—REGARD. 
I. 
Fair Daffodils, we weep to set 
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. 
