When they come back,

When they come back,
If Blossoms do—
I always feel a doubt
If Blossoms can be
Born again
When once the art
Is out.

When they begin,
If Robins may—
I always had a fear
I did not tell, it
Was their last
Experiment
Last year.

When it is May,
If May return—
Had nobody a pang
Lest on a face so beautiful
He might not look again?

If I am there—
One does not know
What party one may be
To-morrow,—but if I am
There
I take back all I say!