I HEAR it in the twilight; I catch it in the dawn, When all the eastern skyline is laced with rose and fawn; It cries me in the noonday amid the cold or heat; It shouts me in the forest; it hails me in the street; I hark its sudden bidding on many an upland track; Out of the days departed it summons me -- "Come back!" With sweet and tender tremors the heart o' me it thrills; I cast aside old sorrows; I rise above old ills; Whate'er the goal I'm seeking, I need nor spur nor goad; I am a gypsy vagrant footing a rainbow road; The tide about me beating leaps swift from ebb to flood, And re-awakened Aprils go singing through my blood. Throughout the scheme of being I find nor fleck nor flaw; The vivid joy of living, that is my only law; It may be but a moment the rapture-dream endures, And yet, -- ah, shining marvel! -- what weariness it cures! O Voice of Youth, O echo from Time's far-trodden track, Out of the days departed still call to me "Come back!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOY OF WRITING by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE by THOMAS GRAY TIME TO BE WISE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE WATER-LILY by JOHN BANISTER TABB THE RED COUNTRY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 11 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |