Mid-March would have seen me die,
Had I wist."
"Had I wist, O Spring," said the swallow,
"That hope was a sunlit mist,
And the faint, light heart of it hollow,
Thy woods had not heard me sing;
Thy winds had not known my wing;
It had faltered ere thine did, Spring,
Had I wist."
—Swinburne.