I heard its call upon the wind,
A voice of far away
That beckoned me – the wind, the wind!
I heard, but longed to stay.
Yet then I wandered by the shore,
And heard it in the sea,
And there I changed forevermore:
Content I cannot be
To stay with all that I have known –
There is no comfort now.
The restlessness of youth has grown
And weighs upon my brow.
Content! I hear the distance cry
My name – exquisite spell
Of all that childhood dreams imply,
Which deep within us dwell.
Content! I hear the waters sigh
Content! The winds exhale:
Never! though you believe the lie
That life is meant to stale.
Content! The word is doom to me,
My God! I cannot stay.
I’ve heard the call of destiny:
There is no other way.
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