Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SPRING OF THE YEAR, by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Gone were but the winter cold Last Line: At the spring of the year. Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
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, 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, -- I'll meet them both in heaven At the spring of the year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND |
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