A 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRECIOUS WORDS by EMILY DICKINSON THE TWO MYSTERIES by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 2. ON THE WINTER SOLSTICE, 1740 by MARK AKENSIDE ON A PORTRAIT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO A FRIEND ON HER BIRTH-DAY by BERNARD BARTON |