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Robert W Service - The Lure Of Little Voices
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There`s a cry from out the loneliness — oh, listen, Honey, listen!
    Do you hear it, do you fear it, you`re a-holding of me so?
You`re a-sobbing in your sleep, dear, and your lashes, how they glisten —
    Do you hear the Little Voices all a-begging me to go?

All a-begging me to leave you. Day and night they`re pleading, praying,
    On the North-wind, on the West-wind, from the peak and from the plain;
Night and day they never leave me — do you know what they are saying?
    "He was ours before you got him, and we want him once again."

Yes, they`re wanting me, they`re haunting me, the awful lonely places;
    They`re whining and they`re whimpering as if each had a soul;
They`re calling from the wilderness, the vast and God-like spaces,
    The stark and sullen solitudes that sentinel the Pole.

They miss my little camp-fires, ever brightly, bravely gleaming
    In the womb of desolation, where was never man before;
As comradeless I sought them, lion-hearted, loving, dreaming,
    And they hailed me as a comrade, and they loved me evermore.

And now they`re all a-crying, and it`s no use me denying;
    The spell of them is on me and I`m helpless as a child;
My heart is aching, aching, but I hear them, sleeping, waking;
    It`s the Lure of Little Voices, it`s the mandate of the Wild.

I`m afraid to tell you, Honey, I can take no bitter leaving;
    But softly in the sleep-time from your love I`ll steal away.
Oh, it`s cruel, dearie, cruel, and it`s God knows how I`m grieving;
    But His loneliness is calling, and He knows I must obey.
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