On An Eclipse Of The Moon

Struggling, and faint, and fainter didst thou wane,
O Moon! and round thee all thy starry train
Came forth to help thee, with half-open eyes,
And trembled every one with still surprise,
That the black Spectre should have dared assail
Their beauteous queen and seize her sacred veil.

by Walter Savage Landor

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Simply superb flight of imagery that penned such a short and sweet poem with deep meaning.