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Christina Georgina Rossetti - The First Spring Day
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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 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.
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