'I dream of moor, and misty hill
Where evening gathers, dark and chill
What has 2022 worth revealing?'
MESSAGES FROM MORRISSEY on MORRISSEY CENTRAL
Actually an excerpt from Faith And Despondency (1846):
"But, yet, even this tranquillity
Brings bitter, restless thoughts to me;
And, in the red fire's cheerful glow,
I think of deep glens, blocked with snow;
I dream of moor, and misty hill,
Where evening closes dark and chill;
For, lone, among the mountains cold,
Lie those that I have loved of old.
And my heart aches, in hopeless pain,
Exhausted with repinings vain,
That I shall greet them ne'er again!"
(In full here).