「故事與詩歌」To Daffodils

To Daffodils

Robert Herrick

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 the Even-song;

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

Never to be found again.