To outer senses there is peace, <br />A dreamy peace on either hand <br />Deep silence in the shadowy land, <br />Deep silence where the shadows cease. <br /> <br />Save for a cry that echoes shrill <br />From some lone bird disconsolate; <br />A corncrake calling to its mate; <br />The answer from the misty hill. <br /> <br />And suddenly the moon withdraws <br />Her sickle from the lightening skies, <br />And to her sombre cavern flies, <br />Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.<br /><br />Oscar Wilde<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/la-fuite-de-la-lune/
