The speaker urges her beloved to leave behind small, dim rooms and the stale sorrow that clings to them. These walls are heavy with old grief, melancholy, and restrained sighs, and she wants none of that. Instead, she longs for a clean, wind-swept field where a quiet cow grazes, a place of simple, open calm. There, under wide skies, she believes their love can be what God intended: free, natural, and unashamed. The call in the title is less a literal shout than an invitation, even a plea, to choose openness over enclosure.
The mood is restless and tender, caught between the suffocation of indoor life and the relief of fresh air. The poem sets stuffy domestic unhappiness against the freedom of grass and sky, making the outdoors feel like both an escape and a return to something honest.