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

Rain

Rain

Rain

And, having pray'd together, we

Will go with you along