Poems (Craik)/Over the Hills and Far Away

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OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY.
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."
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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.

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