Frederick Delius — To daffodils

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 evensong 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 to the summer's rain Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again