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Robert Herrick was appointed as vicar of Dean Prior in Devonshire, and as a city dweller he did not take to the country life at first (he was known to curse through a few early sermons). But the story goes that he learned to care deeply about the people and the landscape and the rural way of life. His poems are often a kind of prayer, and often one or two long sentences, like “To Daffodils.”

Fair daffodils, we weep to see

   You haste away so soon:

As yet the early-rising sun

   Has not attained his noon

            Stay, stay,

   Until the hasting day

            Has run

   But to the evensong;

And, having prayed together, we

   Will go with you along.

From “To Daffodils” by Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

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