Amongst the quiet of our moorland peace,
In the misty still softness, therein found;
There is, over eeriness, heard a sound,  
A feint cantata of sonant release.
No lamb of god draped in her woollen fleece,
No canine whimper of a monster hound;
Nor subterranean creature underground
But a haunting luring, that fails to cease.

A moorland siren so sweetly voicing,
Singing, heavenly ~ outright, loud and clear
Filling daytime waves with a tender song.
Of sweet resonance, wide and rejoicing,
Floating gracefully in the wind out here.
So content, leave me placed where I belong.