To daisies, not to shut so soon

Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night

Has not as yet begun

To make a seizure on the light,

Or to seal up the sun.

No marigolds yet closed are;

No shadows great appear;

Nor doth the early shepherds' star

Shine like a spangle here.

Stay but till my Julia close

Her life-begetting eye,

And let the whole world then dispose

Itself to live or die.