If I might see another Spring I'd not plant summer flowers and wait:I'd have my crocuses at once,My leafless pink mezereons, My chill-veined snowdrops, choicer yet My white or azure violet,Leaf-nested primrose; anything To blow at once, not late.
If I might see another Spring I'd listen to the daylight birdsThat build their nests and pair and sing,Nor wait for mateless nightingale; I'd listen to the lusty herds, The ewes with lambs as white as snow,I'd find out music in the hail And all the winds that blow.
If I might see another Spring-- Oh stinging comment on my pastThat all my past results in 'if'-- If I might see another SpringI'd laugh to-day, to-day is brief;I would not wait for anything: I'd use to-day that cannot last, Be glad to-day and sing.