words I love (the call of the wild).
But can't you hear the Wild? It's calling you.
Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us; let us journey to a lonely land I know.
There's a whisper on the night-wind, there's a star agleam to guide us;
And the Wild is calling, calling...let us go.
- Robert Service
read the full poem here (The Call of the Wild).
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