I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, <br />If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate, <br />If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun <br />And crocus fires are kindling one by one: <br />Sing, robin, sing; <br />I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring. <br /> <br /> <br />I wonder if the springtide of this year <br />Will bring another Spring both lost and dear; <br />If heart and spirit will find out their Spring, <br />Or if the world alone will bud and sing: <br />Sing, hope, to me; <br />Sweet notes, my hope, soft notes for memory. <br /> <br /> <br />The sap will surely quicken soon or late, <br />The tardiest bird will twitter to a mate; <br />So Spring must dawn again with warmth and bloom, <br />Or in this world, or in the world to come: <br />Sing, voice of Spring, <br />Till I too blossom and rejoice and sing.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-first-spring-day/
