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