Thomas Hardy — If its ever spring again

If it’s ever spring again,        &nbsp Spring again, I shall go where went I when Down the moor-cock splashed, and hen, Seeing me not, amid their flounder, Standing with my arm around her; If it’s ever spring again,        &nbsp Spring again, I shall go where went I then. If it’s ever summer-time,        &nbsp Summer-time, With the hay crop at the prime, And the cuckoos - two - in rhyme, As they used to be, or seemed to, We shall do as long we’ve dreamed to, If it’s ever summer-time,        &nbsp Summer-time, With the hay, and bees achime.