"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-viened snow drops, choicier 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.'
Another Spring by Christina Rossetti