Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade <br />On desolate sea and lonely sand, <br />Out of the silence and the shade <br />What is the voice of strange command <br />Calling you still, as friend calls friend <br />With love that cannot brook delay <br />To rise and follow the ways that wend <br />Over the hills and far away? <br /> <br />Hark in the city, street on street <br />A roaring reach of death and life, <br />Of vortices that clash and fleet <br />And ruin in appointed strife, <br />Hark to it calling, calling clear, <br />Calling until you cannot stay <br />From dearer things than your own most dear <br />Over the hills and far away? <br /> <br />Out of the sound of the ebb-and-flow, <br />Out of the sight of the lamp and star, <br />It calls you where the good winds blow, <br />And the unchanging meadows are; <br />From faded hopes and hopes agleam, <br />It calls you, calls you night and day <br />Beyond the dark into the dream <br />Over the hills and far away.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-forlorn-sunsets-flare-and-fade/
