Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attained his noon
Until the hasting day
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.
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.
(24th August 1591 - 15th October 1674)
from the book: Poem for the Day One