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 recognize,
To prove they still have life with earthly ties?