A voice from the dark is calling me. In the close house I nurse a fire. Out in the dark, cold winds rush free, To the rock heights of my desire. I smother in the house in the valley below, Let me out to the night, let me go, let me go! Spirits that ride the sweeping blast, Frozen in rigid tenderness, Wait! For I leave the fire at last, My little-love's warm loneliness. I smother in the house in the valley below, Let me out to the night, let me go, let me go! High on the hills are beating drums, Clear from a line of marching men To the rock's edge the hero comes. He calls me, and he calls again. On the hill there is the fire, which I fan with sick breath I smother in the house in the valley below, Let me out to the night, let me go, let me go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEST MEMORIAL by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS OF THE REED THAT THE JEWS SET IN OUR SAVIOUR'S HAND by WILLIAM ALABASTER TO A FRIEND by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 15. ONE NIGHT WITH THEE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SPIRITUAL WORSHIP by BERNARD BARTON SONG OF SOLOMON: 5:1 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE NOT TOO UNIMPORTANT by BERTON BRALEY |