Fair daffadils, we weep to see
You haste away so soone;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attained its noone.
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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.
It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry,
For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky,
And when down the midnight the owl calls "to-whoo"!
Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too;
Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb,
So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time.
There is a tiny yellow daffodil,
The butterfly can see it from afar,
Although one summer evening's dew could fill
Its little cup twice over, ere the star
Had called the lazy shepherd to his fold,
And be no prodigal.