To outer senses there is peace,
    A dreamy peace on either hand
    Deep silence in the shadowy land,
    Deep silence where the shadows ceas
    Save for a cry that echoes shrill
    From some lone bird disconsolate;
    A corncrake calling to its mate;
    The answer from the misty hil
    And suddenly the moon withdraws
    Her sickle from the lightening skies,
    And to her sombre cavern flies,
    Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauz 