terça-feira, 26 de junho de 2012
''LA FUITE DE LA LUNE''
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.
'La Fuite de la Lune' was originally published in the Irish Monthly, February, 1877, as part III of Lotus Leaves.