O turn once more! <br />The meadows where we mused and strayed together <br />Abound and glow yet with the ruby sorrel; <br />'Twas there the bluebirds fought and played together, <br />Their quarrel was a flying bluebird-quarrel; <br />Their nest is firm still in the burnished cherry, <br />They will come back there some day and be merry; <br />O turn once more. <br /> <br />O turn once more! <br />The spring we lingered at is ever steeping <br />The long, cool grasses where the violets hide, <br />Where you awoke the flower-heads from their sleeping <br />And plucked them, proud in their inviolate pride; <br />You left the roots, the roots will flower again, <br />O turn once more and pluck the flower again; <br />O turn once more. <br /> <br />O turn once more! <br />We were the first to find the fairy places <br />Where the tall lady-slippers scarf'd and snooded, <br />Painted their lovely thoughts upon their faces, <br />And then, bewitched by their own beauty brooded; <br />This will recur in some enchanted fashion; <br />Time will repeat his miracles of passion; <br />O turn once more. <br /> <br />O turn once more! <br />What heart is worth the longing for, the winning, <br />That is not moved by currents of surprise; <br />Who never breaks the silken thread in spinning, <br />Shows a bare spindle when the daylight dies; <br />The constant blood will yet flow full and tender; <br />The thread will mended be though gossamer-slender; <br />O turn once more.<br /><br />Duncan Campbell Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-turn-once-more/
