There's a cry from out the loneliness - Oh, listen, Honey, listen! Do you hear it, do you fear it, You're a-holding of me so? You're a-sobbing in your sleep, dear, And your lashes, how they glisten - Do you hear the Little Voices All a-begging me to go? All a-begging me to leave you. Day and night they're pleading, praying, On the North-wind, on the West-wind, From the peak and from the plain; Night and day they never leave me - Do you know what they are saying? "He was ours before you got him, And we want him once again." Yes, they're wanting me, they're haunting me, The awful lonely places; They're whining and they're whimpering As if each had a soul; They're calling from the wilderness, The vast and God-like spaces, The stark and sullen solitudes That sentinel the Pole. |
They miss my little camp-fires, Ever brightly, bravely gleaming In the womb of desolation, Where was never man before; As comradeless I sought them, Lion-hearted, loving, dreaming, And they hailed me as a comrade, And they loved me evermore. And now they're all a-crying, And it's no use me denying; The spell of them is on me And I'm helpless as a child; My heart is aching, aching, But I hear them, sleeping, waking; It's the Lure of Little Voices, It's the mandate of the Wild. I'm afraid to tell you, Honey, I can take no bitter leaving; But softly in the sleep-time From your love I'll steal away. Oh, it's cruel, dearie, cruel, And it's God knows how I'm grieving; But His loneliness is calling, And He knows I must obey. |
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