I am looking for the ator of a poem entitled New England Woods.

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Request for Question Clarification by pinkfreud-ga on 10 Feb 2006 14:18 PST

Is there any chance that you're referring to Robert Frost's "Stopping
By Woods On A Snowy Evening"?

http://www.ketzle.com/frost/snowyeve.htm

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Clarification of Question by ralphpd-ga on 11 Feb 2006 11:20 PST

No! The first line, as I recall is "Far away and far away, New England
woods are calling.

Is it Sarah Orne Jewett?

Apparently not, from this site:
http://64.233.179.104/search?q=cache:kjCg340TBYYJ:listserv.dom.edu/cgi-bin/wa.exe%3FA2%3Dind0008%26L%3Dstumpers-l%26T%3D0%26P%3D119997+%22Far+away+and+far+away,+New+England+woods+are+calling%22&hl=en&ct=clnk&cd=1

Sorry about the long string.  ONly the cached version available.

Could it be "The Wood-Notes Of The Veery" by Henry Van Dyke?  The last
section reads: "O far away, and far away, the tawny thrush is singing,
New England woods at close of day with that clear chant are ringing;
And when my light of life is low, and heart and flesh are weary, I
fain would hear, before I go, the wood-notes of the veery."

http://www.bartleby.com/248/1097.html

1097. The Veery
 
By Henry Van Dyke
 
 
THE MOONBEAMS over Arno?s vale in silver flood were pouring,	
When first I heard the nightingale a long-lost love deploring.	
So passionate, so full of pain, it sounded strange and eerie;	
I longed to hear a simpler strain,?the wood-notes of the veery.	
 
The laverock sings a bonny lay above the Scottish heather;	        5
It sprinkles down from far away like light and love together;	
He drops the golden notes to greet his brooding mate, his dearie;	
I only know one song more sweet,?the vespers of the veery.	
 
In English gardens, green and bright and full of fruity treasure,	
I heard the blackbird with delight repeat his merry measure:	        10
The ballad was a pleasant one, the tune was loud and cheery,	
And yet, with every setting sun, I listened for the veery.	
 
But far away, and far away, the tawny thrush is singing;	
New England woods, at close of day, with that clear chant are ringing:	
And when my light of life is low, and heart and flesh are weary,	        
I fain would hear, before I go, the wood-notes of the veery.

Several answers suggested Sarah Orme Jewett as the author of the poem
containing the line <<Far away and far away New England woods are
calling>>, however, I have been unable to find the poem listed in any
collection of her works. Any further suggestions?