<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508793" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lure Of Little Voices</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a cry from out the loneliness -- oh, listen, Honey, listen!<br> Do you hear it, do you fear it, you're a-holding of me so?<br>You're a-sobbing in your sleep, dear, and your lashes, how they glisten --<br> Do you hear the Little Voices all a-begging me to go?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All a-begging me to leave you. Day and night they're pleading, praying,<br> On the North-wind, on the West-wind, from the peak and from the plain;<br>Night and day they never leave me -- do you know what they are saying?<br> &quot;He was ours before you got him, and we want him once again.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, they're wanting me, they're haunting me, the awful lonely places;<br> They're whining and they're whimpering as if each had a soul;<br>They're calling from the wilderness, the vast and God-like spaces,<br> The stark and sullen solitudes that sentinel the Pole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They miss my little camp-fires, ever brightly, bravely gleaming<br> In the womb of desolation, where was never man before;<br>As comradeless I sought them, lion-hearted, loving, dreaming,<br> And they hailed me as a comrade, and they loved me evermore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now they're all a-crying, and it's no use me denying;<br> The spell of them is on me and I'm helpless as a child;<br>My heart is aching, aching, but I hear them, sleeping, waking;<br> It's the Lure of Little Voices, it's the mandate of the Wild.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm afraid to tell you, Honey, I can take no bitter leaving;<br> But softly in the sleep-time from your love I'll steal away.<br>Oh, it's cruel, dearie, cruel, and it's God knows how I'm grieving;<br> But His loneliness is calling, and He knows I must obey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508793" data-title="The Lure Of Little Voices de Robert William Service" data-description="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..."></div> </div> </div>

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