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 even-song
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 to the summer's rain
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along
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