Poems (Craik)/Over the Hills and Far Away

by Dinah Maria Craik

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OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY.

LITTLE bird flew my window by,'Twixt the level street and the level sky, The level rows of houses tall, The long low sun on the level wall; And all that the little bird did say Was, "Over the hills and far away."

A little bird sang behind my chair, From the level line of corn-fields fair, The smooth green hedgerow's level bound Not a furlong off—the horizon's bound, And the level lawn where the sun all day Burns:—"Over the hills and far away."

A little bird sings above my bed, And I know if I could but lift my head I would see the sun set, round and grand, Upon level sea and level sand, While beyond the misty distance gray Is "Over the hills and far away."

I think that a little bird will sing Over a grassy mound, next spring, Where something that once was me, ye 'll leave In the level sunshine, morn and eve: But I shall be gone, past night, past day, Over the hills and far away.