Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Impressions Ii. La Fuite De La Lune - Poem by Oscar 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.


Comments about Impressions Ii. La Fuite De La Lune by Oscar Wilde

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/19/2015 5:23:00 PM)


    Great imagery again, TO outer senses there is peace,
    A dreamy peace on either hand,
    Deep silence in the shadowy land,
    Deep silence where the shadows cease.'
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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001



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