The Moor's Song

This morning through this very door

I passed to reach the windy moor.

My heart was light, my step was bright,

For I had passed a lovely night;

But on the moor the wind shifted

And to my ears voices drifted

"So oft did we," the voices said

"Travel this path 'fore we were dead,

Wandering 'cross this lonely hill

Letting the land our souls to fill;

But now our times have all gone by

And even though we all did try,

Will we ever be remembered?"

This song of woe continued on

Long past the pearly hours of dawn.

I knew I must disprove these sprites,

Though they might be but Fancy's flights.

So all about my mind I cast

For some memory of ages past.

Try as I might I could not find

A single thought inside my mind;

My parents I could well recall,

But their parent's parents not at all—

Their lives were lost in a distant haze

As if they were but passing phase;

Soon my life would also be lost

When centuries o'er my grave had crossed.

I would join these voices in song

Singing for the whole day long.