How will it be when Spring comes back again,
Golden with sun and musical with rain?
I can be brave when snowdrift fills the air
To know Love dead; content that I may share
My sorrow with the gray world's patient pain.

Nay, I forgot, O foolish heart and vain,
That some day all of sunshine everywhere
Would clasp and kiss the earth to make it fair—
How will it be when Spring comes back again?

Love in my heart so many months hath lain
Like some dead flower that the frost hath slain,
I am afraid lest some delicious day,
Lo, he may quicken in the flower's way,
When May's white magic 'wilders soul and brain—
How will it be when Spring comes back again?