The Quiet Moor

                On moors so vast and quiet deep,
                The heather bends as shadows creep,
                I find a peace within the glade,
                Where thoughts are light, and worries fade.
                
                The breeze it whispers soft of yore,
                In every turn of flowered floor,
                Amongst the starlit folded night,
                A magic stirs and sets things right.
                
                For here, oh moor, where silence reigns,
                A tapestry of joy remains,
                And in your heart, my wander stays,
                To honour all your soulful ways.

• Ivor Gurney