Wednesday, 11 March 2015

poem for the day: To Daffodils by Robert Herrick

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 evensong:
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 anything.
We die,
As your hours do, and dry
Like to the summer's rain;
or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.

Spring Sunshine & Daffodils