Ammon Wrigley - "A Summer's Night on a Moor"

The following is a transcription of a work by Saddleworth poet Ammon Wrigley (1861-1946).

A Summer’s Night on a Moor

I climb the rough stairs up the moor
To its high topmost storey,
When sunset back to heaven takes
The day’s slow fading glory;
No stuffy chamber draped with silk,
No bed of down and feather,
I share a sweeter bed, and lie
With grouse among the heather.
Or in some bracken sheltered clough,
On grassy pillow dreaming,
The moon above the southern hills,
The north lights eastwards streaming;
A wakeful stream beside my bed
O’er tumbled boulders leaping,
The one lone voice the night moors hear
When birds and winds are sleeping.
No loud alarums stab my ears,
No mad street traffic brawling,
The curlews crying, morn is here,
The moorcocks round me calling.
Then, Oh, for some clean breathing moor,
The musty night room scorning,
And sunrise fairies ope for me
The windows of the morning.

Ammon Wrigley - "A Summer's Night on a Moor"

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