35. La Fuite de la Lune. Wilde, Oscar. 1881. Poems

Oscar Wilde (1854–1900). Poems. 1881.

35. La Fuite de la Lune

TO outer senses there is peace,
A dreamy peace on either hand,
Deep silence in the shadowy land,
Deep silence where the shadows cease.

Save for a cry that echoes shrill	5
From some lone bird disconsolate;
A corncrake calling to its mate;
The answer from the misty hill.

And suddenly the moon withdraws
Her sickle from the lightening skies,	10
And to her sombre cavern flies,
Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.