The First Spring Day I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing, robin, sing!

I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.
I wonder if the spring-tide of this year
Will bring another Spring both lost and dear;
If heart and spirit will find out their Spring,
Or if the world alone will bud and sing:
Sing, hope, to me!
Sweet notes, my hope, soft notes for memory.

The sap will surely quicken soon or late,
The tardiest bird will twitter to a mate;
So Spring must dawn again with warmth and bloom,
Or in this world, or in the world to come:
Sing, voice of Spring!
Till I too blossom and rejoice and sing.

Question 1

Which line from the poem reveals that the poet uses the season of spring as a metaphor for her own desired re-awakening?

Answer choices for the above question

I wonder if the sap is stirring yet

I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring

Or if the world alone will bud and sing

So Spring must dawn again with warmth and bloom