Christina Rossetti: Another Spring

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 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.