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A voice from the dark is calling me.
In the close house I nurse a fire.
Out in the dark, cold winds rush free,
To the rock heights of my desire.
I smother in the house in the valley below,
Let me out to the night, let me go, let me go!
Spirits that ride the sweeping blast,
Frozen in rigid tenderness.
Wait! For I leave the fire at last,
My little-love’s warm loneliness.
I smother in the house in the valley below.
Let me out to the night, let me go, let me go!
High on the hills are beating drums.
Clear from a line of marching men,
To the rock’s edge the hero comes.
He calls me, and he calls again.
On the hill there is fighting, victory, or quick death.
In the house is the fire, which I fan with sick breath.
I smother in the house in the valley below.
Let me out to the dark, let me go, let me go!

Anna Wickham, pseudónimo de Edith Alice Mary Harper (Wimbledon, Londres, Inglaterra, 1884–1947). Poeta.
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