O Turn Once More! The Meadows Where We Mused And Strayed Together Abound And Glow Yet With The Ruby Sorrel; 'Twas There The Bluebirds Fought And Played Together, Their Quarrel Was A Flying Bluebird-Quarrel; Their Nest Is Firm Still In The Burnished Cherry, They Will Come Back There Some Day And Be Merry; O Turn Once More. O Turn Once More! The Spring We Lingered At Is Ever Steeping The Long, Cool Grasses Where The Violets Hide, Where You Awoke The Flower-Heads From Their Sleeping And Plucked Them, Proud In Their Inviolate Pride; You Left The Roots, The Roots Will Flower Again, O Turn Once More And Pluck The Flower Again; O Turn Once More. O Turn Once More! We Were The First To Find The Fairy Places Where The Tall Lady-Slippers Scarf'D And Snooded, Painted Their Lovely Thoughts Upon Their Faces, And Then, Bewitched By Their Own Beauty Brooded; This Will Recur In Some Enchanted Fashion; Time Will Repeat His Miracles Of Passion; O Turn Once More. O Turn Once More! What Heart Is Worth The Longing For, The Winning, That Is Not Moved By Currents Of Surprise; Who Never Breaks The Silken Thread In Spinning, Shows A Bare Spindle When The Daylight Dies; The Constant Blood Will Yet Flow Full And Tender; The Thread Will Mended Be Though Gossamer-Slender; O Turn Once More.