by Virginia Stanton Sheard (1865? - 1943), as Virna Sheard
The call
Language: English
Across the dusty, foot-worn street Unblessed of flower or tree, Faint and far-off - there ever sounds The calling of the sea. From out the quiet of the hills, Where purple shadows lie, The pine trees murmur, "Come and rest And let the world go by." The west wind whispers all night long "Oh, journey forth afar To the green and pleasant places Where little rivers are!" And the soft and silken rustling Of bending yellow wheat Says, "See the harvest moon - that dims The arc-lights of the street." Though the city holds thee captive By trick, and wile, and lure, Out yonder lies the loveliness Of things that shall endure. The river road is wide and fair, The prairie-path is free, And still the old earth waits to give Her strength and joy to thee.
Authorship:
- by Virginia Stanton Sheard (1865? - 1943), as Virna Sheard [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Joel Weiss , "The call", 2014 [voice and piano], from I Love Red Poppies, no. 3. [ sung text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Joel Weiss
This text was added to the website: 2016-08-29
Line count: 24
Word count: 137