Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Allan Cunningham. 1784–1842591. 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. |