The Call by Charlotte Mew
b'Mew read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------\\n\\nThe Call\\nby Charlotte Mew (1869 \\u2013 1928)\\n\\nFrom our low seat beside the fire\\nWhere we have dozed and dreamed and watched the glow\\nOr raked the ashes, stopping so\\nWe scarcely saw the sun or rain\\nAbove, or looked much higher\\nThan this same quiet red or burned-out fire.\\nTo-night we heard a call,\\nA rattle on the window-pane,\\nA voice on the sharp air,\\nAnd felt a breath stirring our hair,\\nA flame within us: Something swift and tall\\nSwept in and out and that was all.\\nWas it a bright or a dark angel? Who can know?\\nIt left no mark upon the snow,\\nBut suddenly it snapped the chain\\nUnbarred, flung wide the door\\nWhich will not shut again;\\nAnd so we cannot sit here any more.\\nWe must arise and go:\\nThe world is cold without\\nAnd dark and hedged about\\nWith mystery and enmity and doubt,\\nBut we must go\\nThough yet we do not know\\nWho called, or what marks we shall leave upon the snow.'