Thoughtful Thursdays | Spring I | To Daffodils


Whilst I have been occasionally sat impatiently inside during the sporadic and bitterly cold weather over the past few weeks, I have been perusing some books and noticed how much literature has been inspired by the natural world. I found a whole host of beautiful literature I’d like to share with you all in a new weekly series over the seasons called ‘Thoughtful Thursdays’.

Today’s poem kicks off the first of the series with a poem by Robert Herrick about daffodils – the archetypal sign of Spring and so fleetingly gone as soon as they appeared. I thought this was a fitting first poem due to the erratic weather we have encountered in this years start to Spring. 



To Daffodils


Fair daffodils, we weep to see

You haste away so soon:

As yet the early-rising run

Has not attained his noon.

Stay, stay,

Until the hasting day

Has run

But so the 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 anything.

We die,

As your hours do, and dry,


Like the summer’s rain;

Or as the pearls of morning’s dew

Ne’er to be found again.


Robert Herrick

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