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.