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...
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I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree |
I have no wit, no words, no tears; |
My heart is like a singing bird |
I will accept thy will to do and be, |
There's blood between us, love, my love, |
When I was dead, my spirit turned |