Classic Poem

Down a hill, then up a hill
And then a vast of sea!
A wedge of wild geese crying
Passes over me—
And now my dreams are flying
Where I may never be. . . .

Down a hill and up a hill,
Then level lands again!
Far off the sea is speaking
A longing that is pain—
My eyes are weary seeking
For my lost ship from Spain.

Down a hill and up a hill,
Oh, so long ago,
There was a princess singing—
Where, I do not know. . . .
There were arms that, clinging,
Would not let me go.