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Les Silhouettes / The sea is flecked with bars of grey, / The dull dead wind is out of tune, / And like a withered leaf the moon / Is blown across the stormy bay.
Etched clear upon the pallid sand / Lies the black boat: a sailor boy / Clambers aboard in careless joy / With laughing face and gleaming hand.
And overhead the curlews cry, / Where through the dusky upland grass / The young brown-throated reapers pass, / Like silhouettes against the sky.
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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.