Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose, A bright yellow primrose blowing in the spring! The stooping boughs above me, The wandering bee to love me, The fern and moss to creep across, And the elm-tree for our king!
William Allingham, Wishing, A Child's Song.
Up the airy mountain,Down the rushy glen,We daren't go a-hunting,For fear of little men.William Allingham
No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone,corpse-gazing, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness.Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness,yours still, you mine.Remember all the best of our past moments,and forget the rest;and so to where I wait, come gently on.William Allingham
Out of the city, far awayWith spring to-day!Where copses tufted with primroseGive me repose,Wood-sorrel and wild violetSoothe my soul's fret.William Allingham
Winds and waters keepA hush more dead than any sleep.William Allingham
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woodsAnd day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.William Allingham
Autumn's the mellow time.William Allingham
Oh, bring again my heart's content,Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!William Allingham
Scarcely a tear to shed;Hardly a word to say;The end of a Summer's day;Sweet Love is dead.William Allingham
Tantarrara! the joyous Book of SpringLies open, writ in blossoms.William Allingham
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.William Allingham
Till glowworms light owl-watchmen's flight Through our green metropolis.William Allingham
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together, Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!William Allingham