A LITTLE bird flew my window by, <br />'Twixt the level street and the level sky, <br />The level rows of houses tall, <br />The long low sun on the level wall; <br />And all that the little bird did say <br />Was, 'Over the hills and far away.' <br /> <br />A little bird sang behind my chair, <br />From the level line of corn-fields fair, <br />The smooth green hedgerow's level bound <br />Not a furlong off--the horizon's bound, <br />And the level lawn where the sun all day <br />Burns:--'Over the hills and far away.' <br /> <br />A little bird sings above my bed, <br />And I know if I could but lift my head <br />I would see the sun set, round and grand, <br />Upon level sea and level sand, <br />While beyond the misty distance gray <br />Is 'Over the hills and far away.' <br /> <br />I think that a little bird will sing <br />Over a grassy mound, next spring, <br />Where something that once was me, ye'll leave <br />In the level sunshine, morn and eve: <br />But I shall be gone, past night, past day, <br />Over the hills and far away.<br /><br />Dinah Maria Mulock Craik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/over-the-hills-and-far-away-4/
