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