Britten, Benjamin - To Daffodils

Britten, Benjamin

Uit: Five Flowersongs

To Daffodils

Fair 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 evensong;
and, having prayed 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 any thing.
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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