OVER the land is April,Over my heart a rose;Over the high, brown mountainThe 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 bywayThe snows succeed the rose.Over the high, brown mountainThe wind of winter blows.Say, love, do you hear me,Hear my sonnets ring?Over the high, brown mountainI sound the song of spring,I throw the flowers of spring.Do you hear the song of spring?Hear you the songs of spring?

The work and its creator

Explore the original at PoetryDB ↗

Creator: Robert Louis Stevenson
Nationality / cultural background: Scottish
Work / edition: Before 1894

Historical public-domain poem. Verse and line breaks retained.

In the source: Over The Land Is April

Selected for the Brief on 22 Sep 2026. This date records our selection, rather than when the work was created.