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...THE WAVING OF THE CORN by SIDNEY LANIER THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA AND MUDJEKEEWIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 3 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE CRACKED BELL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE GOODFRYDAY (TO A BASE AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT SONNET: ONE NEW YEAR'S EVE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON EPITAPH ON MR. TURNER OF ST. MARY-HALL by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |