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TO BLOSSOMS
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
Why do ye fall so fast?
Your date is not so past,
But you may stay yet here awhile
To blush and gently smile.
And go at last.
Why do ye fall so fast?
Your date is not so past,
But you may stay yet here awhile
To blush and gently smile.
And go at last.
What, were ye born to be
An hour or half’s delight,
And so to bid good-night?
’Twas pity Nature brought ye forth
Merely to show your worth.
And lose you quite.
An hour or half’s delight,
And so to bid good-night?
’Twas pity Nature brought ye forth
Merely to show your worth.
And lose you quite.
But you are lovely leaves, where we
May read how soon things have
Their end, though ne’er so brave:
And after they have shown their pride
Like you, awhile, they glide
Into the grave.
R. Herrick
May read how soon things have
Their end, though ne’er so brave:
And after they have shown their pride
Like you, awhile, they glide
Into the grave.
R. Herrick
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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 even-song;
And, having pray’d together, we
Will go with you along.
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;
And, having pray’d together, we
Will go with you along.
