Always, sweetheart, br Carry into your room the blossoming boughs of cherry, br Almond and apple and pear diffuse with light, that very br Soon strews itself on the floor; and keep the radiance of spring br Fresh quivering; keep the sunny-swift March-days waiting br In a little throng at your door, and admit the one who is plaiting br Her hair for womanhood, and play awhile with her, then bid her depart. br br A come and go of March-day loves br Through the flower-vine, trailing screen; br A fluttering in of doves. br Then a launch abroad of shrinking doves br Over the waste where no hope is seen br Of open hands: br Dance in and out br Small-bosomed girls of the spring of love, br With a bubble of laughter, and shrilly shout br Of mirth; then the dripping of tears on your glove.