Allan Cunningham (1784-1842). The Spring of the Year. Andrew Macphail, comp. 1916. The Book of Sorrow

Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.

XIII. Farewell
The Spring of the Year

By Allan Cunningham (1784–1842)


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 een,
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.