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--         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.