Where Forlorn Sunsets Flare And Fade

Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade     On desolate sea and lonely sand,     Out of the silence and the shade     What is the voice of strange command     Calling you still, as friend calls friend     With love that cannot brook delay,     To rise and follow the ways that wend     Over the hills and far away?     Hark in the city, street on street     A roaring reach of death and life,     Of vortices that clash and fleet     And ruin in appointed strife,     Hark to it calling, calling clear,     Calling until you cannot stay     From dearer things than your own most dear     Over the hills and far away.     Out of the sound of the ebb-and-flow,     Out of the sight of lamp and star,     It calls you where the good winds blow,     And the unchanging meadows are:     From faded hopes and hopes agleam,     It calls you, calls you night and day     Beyond the dark into the dream     Over the hills and far away