I Wonder Why It Is That Spring

I Wonder Why It Is That Spring

I wonder why it is that spring

Comes always in its way between

The summertime, it has to bring,

And winter to kiss off what’s been?

It seems to me it’s never for

Itself alone but something else—

For what’s to be or was before,

For either warm or chilly spells.

It seems to be so tentative

And never for its own sweet sake

As if for what it comes to give

Away it also has to take.

Ah Spring, how much I love you dear,

You lovely hint of what’s to be

Which is and never is quite here—

You whisper of eternity!