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 light'ning skies
And to her sombre cavern flies
Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze