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 snow-drops, 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