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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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