And the moon stood still over Jericho.

Coda 

by Louis MacNeice

Maybe we knew each other better

When the night was young and unrepeated

And the moon stood still over Jericho.

So much for the past; in the present

There are moments caught between heart-beats

When maybe we know each other better.

But what is that clinking in the darkness?

Maybe we shall know each other better

When the tunnels meet beneath the mountain.