New Poems And Variant Readings

OVER THE LAND IS APRIL 105
OVER THE LAND IS APRIL
OVER the land is April,
Over my heart a rose; Over the high, brown mountain
The sound of singing goes. Say, love, do you hear me,
Hear my sonnets ring ? Over the high, brown mountain,
Love, do you hear me sing ?
By highway, love, and byway
The snows succeed the rose. Over the high, brown mountain
The wind of winter blows. Say, love, do you hear me,
Hear my sonnets ring ? Over the high, brown mountain
I sound the song of spring,
I throw the flowers of spring.
Do you hear the song of spring ?
Hear you the songs of spring ?