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 the 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.