""To Daffodils" by 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. Robert Herrick’s take on spring isn’t earth-shattering—new daffodils are born, old daffodils die, and so too do human beings. Yet, steeped as this poem is in all the elegance and airs of seventeenth-century English, arriving at Herrick’s conclusion alongside him is an eloquent, adventuresome journey. “To Daffodils” is hardly the most optimistic of floral poems, but what says spring more than the death of old life and the birth of new?"

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