June Call

When June is come and the cool deep woods Ring with the thrush and the oven-bird, A madness springs in the heart of earth Hearing the music creation heard.

So clear the magical wild notes fall, Who could bide with a book indoor, And not away through the wide sweet world, On the sway of that old Pandean lore!

I know in my heart 'tis time to go On the Twilight Trail with its tawny kills, Where thrushes call to the frail new moon In far blue passes among the hills.