Calling Dreams

The right to make my dreams come true,
    I ask, nay, I demand of life,
Nor shall fate’s deadly contraband
Impede my steps, nor countermand;

Too long my heart against the ground
Has beat the dusty years around,
And now at length I rise! I wake!
And stride into the morning break!

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on February 20, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“Calling Dreams” originally appeared in the January 1920 issue of The Crisis.