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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.
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.
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


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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.
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