Classic Poem

Calling, calling, and ever calling,
That's the way with the wander-will,
Be dawn at break, or be twilight falling,
Behind the crest of the lonely hill!

The wind's a lure, and the moon has voices,
And " come!" says the song of the water's flow,
And whatsoever at heart my choice is,
I needs must rise, and I needs must go.

Out and away, then, again a rover
As far as the sound of the outland seas,
And whenever the round of my life be over
Little to lay on the great God's knees.

And yet, and yet, when the quest is ended,
Under the span of the vast blue sky,
It has all been virile and vital and splendid,
And what may a mortal do but die!

Calling, calling, and ever calling,
That's the way with the wander-will,
Be dawn at break, or be twilight falling,
Behind the crest of the lonely hill!