Flowers of Gold
Contents:
II
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.
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Chicago:
Oscar Wilde, "II," Flowers of Gold Original Sources, accessed October 25, 2026, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=4KQT8BLC7EMAD3Y.
MLA:
Wilde, Oscar. "II." Flowers of Gold, Original Sources. 25 Oct. 2026. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=4KQT8BLC7EMAD3Y.
Harvard:
Wilde, O, 'II' in Flowers of Gold. Original Sources, retrieved 25 October 2026, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=4KQT8BLC7EMAD3Y.