THE great world voice is calling, and the streams have lost their glory, For their restless waters journey to the ever-moving sea, And I am ever yearning as they seem to breathe a story Of the better things to be, the better things to be. The breeze is saying, "Hasten, we will cross the seas together, You and I together to a fairer world than this, Say, does the mountain keep you and the purple waving heather, Or the little girl you kiss, the little girl you kiss?" No more the valley charms me, and no more the torrents glisten, My love is plain and homely, and my thoughts are far away, The great world voice is calling, and with throbbing heart I listen, And I cannot but obey, I cannot but obey. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 18. LOVEST THOU ME? by WILLIAM COWPER SWEENEY AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT WHAT MY LOVER SAID by HOMER GREENE ON MY FIRST DAUGHTER by BEN JONSON TO THE NIGHTINGALE by JOHN MILTON PARTED FRIENDS by JAMES MONTGOMERY FROM A YOUNG WOMAN TO AN OLD OFFICER WHO COURTED HER by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD: AGLAIA. A PASTORAL by NICHOLAS BRETON |