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 ROBERT HERRICK

You're the maiden posies,

And so graced

To be placed 'Fore damask roses.

Yet, though thus respected,

By-and-by

Ye do lie, Poor girls, neglected.

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��260 To Daffodils

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

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