Worms All Mixed With Flowers

One day with my own self, such peaceful hours The inner seas make music as they roll And in the ground the worms air roots of flowers The rain comes down in cold but gentle showers Desiring to give moisture to all souls A symbol of the value of quiet hours In Northern hills we looked for Durham owls They hunt by day to keep their bodies whole While in the ground the worms air roots of flowers My loved one was a native of those towers Highcliff Nab and Hasty Bank called home My days with him a-wandering there for hours As he died , deep in my heart I howled I held his hands, remembered , paid the toll While in the ground the worms digest the sour Lying in the heather we had roamed May God have mercy on his homing soul Now I enjoy in reverie our hours Deep in the ground the worms drowse mixed with flowers