Ho, come out with the wind of spring, <br />And step it blithely in woodlands waking; <br />Friend am I of each growing thing <br />From the gray sod into sunshine breaking; <br />Mine is the magic of twilights dim, <br />Of violets blue on the still pool's rim, <br />Mine is the breath of the blossoms young <br />Sweetest of fragrances storied or sung <br />Come, ye earth-children, weary and worn, <br />I will lead you over the hills of morn. <br /> <br />Ho, come out with the summer wind, <br />And loiter in meadows of ripening clover, <br />Where the purple noons are long and kind, <br />And the great white clouds drift fleecily over. <br />Mine is immortal minstrelsy, <br />The fellowship of the rose and bee, <br />Beguiling laughter of willowed rills, <br />The rejoicing of pines on inland hills, <br />Come, ye earth-children, by dale and stream, <br />I will lead you into the ways of dream. <br /> <br />Ho, when the wind of autumn rings <br />Through jubilant mornings crisp and golden, <br />Come where the yellow woodland flings <br />Its hoarded wealth over by-ways olden. <br />Mine are the grasses frosted and sere, <br /> <br />That lisp and rustle around the mere, <br />Mine are the flying racks that dim <br />The lingering sunset's reddening rim, <br />Earth-children, come, in the waning year, <br />I will harp you to laughter and buoyant cheer. <br /> <br />Ho, when the wind of winter blows <br />Over the uplands and moonlit spaces, <br />Come ye out to the waste of snows, <br />To the glimmering fields and the silent places. <br />I whistle gaily on starry nights <br />Through the arch of the elfin northern lights, <br />But in long white valleys I pause to hark <br />Where the ring of the home-lights gems the dark. <br />Come, ye earth-children, whose hearts are sad, <br />I will make you valiant and strong and glad!<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-call-of-the-winds/
