Analysis of To Daffodils

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.