Robert Herrick

Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon.

Robert Herrick

Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. To Daffodils

Robert Herrick

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may: Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.

Robert Herrick

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may: Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.

Robert Herrick