Fair daffadills, we weep to see
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early rising sun
Has not attained his noon.
To Daffadills.
Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.[202:3]
Sorrows Succeed.
Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep
A little out, and then,[202:4]
As if they played at bo-peep,