To Daffodils


imageWe have reached the half way point of Holy Week and are beginning to take in the first glimmerings of the new Life  awaiting us soon.  This poem from Robert Herrick reminds me of the longing we’re feeling now, and also why we are feeling that way.

To Daffodils – Robert Herrick

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.

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.