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 corn-crake 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.
- by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Charles Tomlinson Griffes (1884 - 1920), "La Fuite de la Lune", op. 3 (Tone-Images) no. 1, A. 31 (1912), published 1915. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Barbara Miller
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