Impressions: La Fuite de la Lune

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
Impressions: La Fuite de la Lune
by Oscar Wilde
43084Impressions: La Fuite de la LuneOscar Wilde

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
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,
And to her sombre cavern flies,
Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.