Something softly at close of day, As man leaves work and child leaves play, Keeps calling to me, calling to me; Something when music comes to end, Something beyond the roadway's bend, Keeps calling to me, calling to me; Something afar in western skies, Where autumn's sun in splendor lies, Keeps calling to me, calling to me; Something within the noonday's toil, Something from out the ceaseless moil, Keeps calling to me, calling to me; Something hidden in joy and tears, Something lost in forgotten years, Keeps calling to me, calling to me; Something from depths of blue above, Something in eyes of those I love, Keeps calling to me, calling to me; From world of dreams it calls to me, World of my Dreams that yet shall be,— Keeps calling to me, calling to me; Something calling, "On with the Quest," Calling me home, to rest, to rest,— Keeps calling to me, calling to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAIRY TALE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD PARASITICS: TO CERTAIN POETS by CONRAD AIKEN LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY ON THE DEATH OF SWINBURNE by SARA TEASDALE |