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Fair daffodils, we weep to see

You hast 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;

and, having pray'd 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 away,

Like the summer's rain;

Or as the pearls of morning's dew,

Ne'er to be found again.

~Author Unknown~