Goblin Market, and other poems, by Christina Rossetti

Another Spring

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 birds

That 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 past

That all my past results in ‘if’ —

    If I might see another Spring

I’d laugh today, today is brief;

I would not wait for anything:

    I’d use today that cannot last,

    Be glad today and sing.


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