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.
