William Allingham

"Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting, For fear of little men."

"No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone, corpse-gazing, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness. Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness, yours still, you mine. Remember all the best of our past moments, and forget the rest; and so to where I wait, come gently on."

"Out of the city, far away With spring to-day! Where copses tufted with primrose Give me repose, Wood-sorrel and wild violet Soothe my soul's fret."

"Winds and waters keep A hush more dead than any sleep."

"Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt."

"Autumn's the mellow time."

"Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!"

"Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead."

"Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring Lies open, writ in blossoms."

"Mary kept the belt of love, and oh, but she was gay! She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away."