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FAIR 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 hasting 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's dew, / Ne'er to be found again.