Christina Georgina Rossetti Spring Poems

Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing;
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If I might see another Spring
I'd not plant summer flowers and wait:
I'd have my crocuses at once
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Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap ascend
That they may put forth shoots?
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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
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