The Poetry Corner

The Recall

By Algernon Charles Swinburne

Return, they cry, ere yet your day Set, and the sky grow stern: Return, strayed souls, while yet ye may Return. But heavens beyond us yearn; Yea, heights of heaven above the sway Of stars that eyes discern. The soul whose wings from shoreward stray Makes toward her viewless bourne Though trustless faith and unfaith say, Return.