A Spring Harvest/"Over the Hills and Hollows Green"

by Geoffrey Bache Smith

"OVER THE HILLS AND HOLLOWS GREEN"

Over the hills and hollows green
 The springtide air goes valiantly,
Where many sainted singing larks
 And blessed primaveras be:

But bitterly the springtide air
 Over the desert towns doth blow,
About whose torn and shattered streets
 No more shall children's footsteps go.