Impressions - La Fruite De La Lune Lyrics

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 cickle from the lightening skies
And to her sombre cavern flies
Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze