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

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• Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon.
• Gather ye rosebuds while ye may: Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.
• Gather ye rosebuds while ye may: Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time