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Katharine Tynan - The Summons
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Straight to his death he went, 
     A smile on his lips, 
All his life`s joy unspent, 
     Into eclipse. 

The song of the shell he heard
     Cleaving the dark, 
As though `twere the song of a bird, 
     Linnet or lark. 


Why would he go so fast
     Out to the dead, 
All in a heavenly haste
     Not to be stayed? 

What did he see afar
     That drew him after? 
Light from a merry star, 
     Singing and laughter? 

Nay, but a face was his 
     Only in dreams, 
Only in dreams of bliss 
     In the star-gleams. 

Nay, but a face that watched 
     Long years to see
Who came by the door unlatched, 
     If it were he. 

What was the voice before
     That lured him on? 
"Oh, thou long-hungered for, 
     My son, my son!" 

Lo, he hath heard, hath seen, 
     He hath slipped over
Where the great days begin 
     For friend and lover.
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