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.
Is there irony in this poem?
Not in the classical sense, no. I suppose if you look long enough for an interpretation that takes the human life and compares it to that of the flower, and extrapolates some sardonic twist to use requesting that that flower abide whilst we also die, yadda ya....it's a stretch. Sorry, I don't think this poem is ironic.
Reply:irony is hard-honestly. i can't find any irony in it, sorry.
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