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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 spring-tide 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.