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, robins, 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 our their Spring, Or if the world alone will bud and sing; Sing, hope, to me; Sweet notes, my hope, soft notes for 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 the world to come: Sing, voice of Spring, Till I too blossom and rejoice and sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TEST by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE LAST POST by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE TROPICS IN NEW YORK by CLAUDE MCKAY SOLDIER: TWENTIETH CENTURY by ISAAC ROSENBERG SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 48 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1718 by JONATHAN SWIFT |