Poems (Bacon)/Over the hills and far away
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For works with similar titles, see Over the Hills and Far Away.
IV. OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY
"Over the hills," he said, "and far away!"
Ah me! to go, to leave it all and go!
To toss my life as east wind tosses spray,
To clean forget that this land ever lay
Within my sight, that wearied of it so!
Ah me! to go, to leave it all and go!
To toss my life as east wind tosses spray,
To clean forget that this land ever lay
Within my sight, that wearied of it so!
"Over the hills," he said, "and far away!"
Could he have felt my heart leap up and sing!
I knew the primrose path my feet would stray,
I guessed the lovely glow of the new day
That lies beyond the mountain's purple wing.
Could he have felt my heart leap up and sing!
I knew the primrose path my feet would stray,
I guessed the lovely glow of the new day
That lies beyond the mountain's purple wing.
"Over the hills," he said, "and far away!"
He took my heart and wandered on alone;
Doubtless some other strolls with him to-day,
A lightsome comrade on his happy way,
That way across the hills I have not known!
He took my heart and wandered on alone;
Doubtless some other strolls with him to-day,
A lightsome comrade on his happy way,
That way across the hills I have not known!