Looking Forward, in February

I look across the brief, remaining space
Of chill and wintry days,
Till March to sprinkle violets shall begin,
And snow-drops white and thin.

I look through April, quick with scent and song,
To where the shining throng
Of laughing, garlanded May days come on,
With large light of the sun.

I look to June, — fair flower of all the year, —
O month of months appear!
O ardors of the summer-time come close.
With nightingale and rose!

Make haste to come, O time of all delight!
Bright day, and tender night —
For then shall I within a Heaven dwell
Whose name Love may not tell.