Poem - Alone on the Moors

I have been here alone, long ago,

With the harsh wind crossing the marshes,

On the gentle flow of barren upland hills

And the salt smell of sea in my nostrils.

I have wandered before on these uplands,

The growth green and yellow upon them

Rolling away to the southward,

The odour of bay coming from them.

I have been before with the plover,

Hear its lonely distracted calling

Through the drizzling rain gently falling,

Awaiting my disappeared lover.

-- A.C.