Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain'd his noon Stay Stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song We have short time To stay, as you, we have as short a spring As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or anything We die As your hours do And dry Away Like to the summer's rain And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along