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Poems by Christina G. Rossetti

«·WINTER: MY SECRET. · A PEAL OF BELLS.·»

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–
  O stinging comment on my past
That all my past results in “if”—
  If I might see another Spring
I’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.

 


«·WINTER: MY SECRET. · A PEAL OF BELLS.·»