Over the land is April, Over my heart a rose; Over the high, brown mountain The sound of singing goes. Say, love, do you hear me, Hear my sonnets ring? Over the high, brown mountain, Love, do you hear me sing? By highway, love, and byway The snows succeed the rose. Over the high, brown mountain The wind of winter blows. Say, love, do you hear me, Hear my sonnets ring? Over the high, brown mountain I sound the song of spring, I throw the flowers of spring. Do you hear the song of spring? Hear you the songs of spring? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREY ROCK by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A DOUBTFUL CHOICE by EDWARD DE VERE A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY by JOHN DRYDEN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 13 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A JAPANESE EVENING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 21 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE IDLER'S CALENDAR; MAY: THE LONDON SEASON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |