Poem: “The First Spring Day” by Christina Rossetti

 I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,

If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,

If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun

And crocus fires are kindling one by one:

Sing, robin, sing:

I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.

 

I wonder if the springtide of this year

Will bring another Spring both lost and dear;

If heart and spirit will find out their Spring

Or if the world alone will bud and sing:

Sing, hope, to me;

Sweet notes, my hope, soft notes of memory.

 

The sap will surely quicken soon or late,

The tardiest bird will twitter to a mate;

So Spring must dawn again with warmth and bloom,

Or in this world, or in this world to come:

Sing, voice of Spring.

Till I too blossom and rejoice and sing.