OVER the land is April, <br />Over my heart a rose; <br />Over the high, brown mountain <br />The sound of singing goes. <br />Say, love, do you hear me, <br />Hear my sonnets ring? <br />Over the high, brown mountain, <br />Love, do you hear me sing? <br /> <br />By highway, love, and byway <br />The snows succeed the rose. <br />Over the high, brown mountain <br />The wind of winter blows. <br />Say, love, do you hear me, <br />Hear my sonnets ring? <br />Over the high, brown mountain <br />I sound the song of spring, <br />I throw the flowers of spring. <br />Do you hear the song of spring? <br />Hear you the songs of spring?<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/over-the-land-is-april/
