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...TO SOME LADIES [ON RECEIVING A CURIOUS SHELL] by JOHN KEATS EVE'S SONG by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE COMFORTING by MARGARET E. BRUNER TO M. S. G. (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE GOAL by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. TO HIS MUCH HONOURED GODFATHER, MASTER A. B. by ABRAHAM COWLEY |