COME, my beloved, hear from me <br />Tales of the woods or open sea. <br />Let our aspiring fancy rise <br />A wren's flight higher toward the skies; <br />Or far from cities, brown and bare, <br />Play at the least in open air. <br />In all the tales men hear us tell <br />Still let the unfathomed ocean swell, <br />Or shallower forest sound abroad <br />Below the lonely stars of God; <br />In all, let something still be done, <br />Still in a corner shine the sun, <br />Slim-ankled maids be fleet of foot, <br />Nor man disown the rural flute. <br />Still let the hero from the start <br />In honest sweat and beats of heart <br />Push on along the untrodden road <br />For some inviolate abode. <br />Still, O beloved, let me hear <br />The great bell beating far and near- <br />The odd, unknown, enchanted gong <br />That on the road hales men along, <br />That from the mountain calls afar, <br />That lures a vessel from a star, <br />And with a still, aerial sound <br />Makes all the earth enchanted ground. <br />Love, and the love of life and act <br />Dance, live and sing through all our furrowed tract; <br />Till the great God enamoured gives <br />To him who reads, to him who lives, <br />That rare and fair romantic strain <br />That whoso hears must hear again.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-my-beloved-hear-from-me/
