The Hour of Magic

This is the hour of magic, when the Moon

With her bright wand has charmed the tallest tree

To stand stone still with all his million leaves!

I feel around me things I cannot see;

I hold my breath, as Nature holds her own.

And do the mice and birds, the horse and cow,

Sleepless in this deep silence, so intense,

Believe a miracle has happened now,

And wait to hear a sound they’ll recognise,

To prove they still have life with earthly ties?