Come away! come away! you can hear them calling, calling,
Calling us to come to them, and roam no more,
Over there beyond the ridges and the land that lies between us,
There’s an old song calling us to come!
Come away! come away! for the scenes we leave behind us
Are barren for the lights of home and a flame that’s young forever;
And the lonely trees around us creak the warning of the night-wind,
That love and all the dreams of love are away beyond the mountains,
The songs that call for us to-night, they have called for men
before us,
And the winds that blow the message, they have blown ten thousand
years;
But this will end our wander-time, for we know the joy that waits us
In the strangeness of home-coming, and a faithful woman’s eyes.
Come away! come away; there is nothing now to cheer us--
Nothing now to comfort us, but love’s road home:
Over there beyond the darkness there’s a window gleams to greet us,
And a warm hearth waits for us within.
--EDWARD ARLINGTON ROBINSON, “The Wilderness.”
(1422)
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