Classic Poem

There are voices in the air crying, " Come, "
They stir me like the magic of a drum,
On the land and on the sea,
O my soul, let us be free,
Voices, voices, ever calling to me, " Come. "

There are voices in the air calling, " Come, "
O the sealed eyes, and lips that are dumb,
Just to dream beneath the sky,
Just to live, and love, and die,
And the voices, O the voices, crying, " Come. "