Another Spring

If I might see another SpringI'd not plant summer flowers and wait:I'd have my crocuses at once,My leafless pink mezereons,My chill-veined snowdrops, choicer yetMy white or azure violet,Leaf-nested primrose; anythingTo blow at once not late.

If I might see another SpringI'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 hailAnd 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.