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Robert Herrick（1591——1674）
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.
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 Summer’s rain
Or is the pearls of morning’s dew,
Ne’er to be found again.
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