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 evensong;
And, having pray’d together,we
Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you ,
We have as short as 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;
Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,.
Never to be found again.