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...

Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in,

Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their kin,

With their dreadful, dismal stories of the Overlander's camp,

How his fire is always smoky, and his boots are always damp;

And they paint it so terrific it would fill one's soul with gloom --

...

When, in the miser's eager gaze,

    His countless treasures lie,

Then most his coward spirit sinks,

    With dread of poverty.


And when I felt within my grasp,

    The treasure of thy love;

The insatiate avarice of the heart

    Fierce with my spirit strove.


It...

I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree

   And wore them all that evening in my hair:

Then in due season when I went to see

      I found no apples there.


With dangling basket all along the grass

   As I had come I went the selfsame track:

My neighbours mocked me while they saw me pass
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