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 today, today is brief I would not wait for anything: I'd use today that cannot last, Be glad today and sing.