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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

Allan Cunningham. 1784–1842

591. The Spring of the Year

GONE were but the winter cold, 
  And gone were but the snow, 
I could sleep in the wild woods 
  Where primroses blow. 
 
Cold ‘s the snow at my head,         5
  And cold at my feet; 
And the finger of death ‘s at my e’en, 
  Closing them to sleep. 
 
Let none tell my father 
  Or my mother so dear,—  10
I’ll meet them both in heaven 
  At the spring of the year.