The beckoning road winds round the hill And I, I follow lightly— Where blossoms tall on either hand Nod friendly-wise and springtly. A vista greets my startled eyes That all my soul enthralls, And from the far horizon-rim A misty cloud peak calls. The ancient urge of wanderlust Impels my willing feet As round succeeding hills I trip Expectant, joyous, fleet. When on this haunting pageantry Night's silent curtain falls And from the murky forest-glades The lonely hermit calls, I, all my eager steps retrace And seek my roofed abode, To find again in happy dreams My blithely winding road. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUNDAY NIGHT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 12. MAGNA EST VERITAS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE; A LEGEND OF JARVIS'S JETTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM TO THE OBELISK DURING THE GREAT FROST, 1881 by MATHILDE BLIND IN MEMORY OF MY DEAR GRANDCHILD ELIZABETH .. WHO DECEASED 1665 by ANNE BRADSTREET |