Call Me
    O call me, O call me, to the woods again.
    Long have I wandered the world of men
    Thinking and dreaming their small paltry dreams.
    O call me, O call me, to the place that gleams.

    O call me, O call me, to where unicorns dance
    In a circle of fire, their hides by chance
    Catching and shooting away glinting sparks.
    O call me, O call me, with the songs of larks.

    O call me, O call me, with the songs of mermaids
    And their hands that on seashells have strayed
    As their voices stray all about sailors' ears.
    O call me, O call me, above the long years.

    O call me, O call me, above all the stars
    To a place that even beyond them is far
    Where all the dreams I have missed are singing.
    O call me, O call me, with the sound of bells ringing.

    O call me, O call me, with all the sounds I love,
    The songs of the darkness below and above,
    Soft comforting darkness, and the explosion of night.
    O call me, O call me, to that higher light.

    O call me, O call me, to the caves of dragons
    Who are brooding on treasures of shining flagons
    With wings spread like emerald sails a-dazzle.
    O call me, O call me; and, my voice a-rattle,

    I will call back. O call me, call me again!
    Too long have I wandered the world of men
    Searching for something that only in Faerie
    Has ever rested: the scent and sound of beauty.