O, the winding road is calling! It is spring. If I go I'll see At the bend of road, fair blossoms, Fragrant, and blooming for me. O, the winding road is calling! But my work now bids me stay; Though the breeze through trees is sighing -- I must stay at my task today. O, the winding road is calling! "A friend you may find on the way." Birds are singing -- my heart longing -- But I turn and whisper, "Nay." O, the winding road is calling! There's the low mating call of a dove -- I'll leave my work -- take the winding road; At the bend -- I may find love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON VISITING THE TOMB OF BURNS by JOHN KEATS THE THIRD OF FEBRUARY, 1852 by ALFRED TENNYSON VERSES TO AN INFANT by BERNARD BARTON LETTER TO B.W. PROCTOR, ESQ., FROM OXFORD; MAY, 1825 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES FAMILIARITY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONG OF THE DESERT LARK by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONGS TO A WOMAN by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |