On an Eclipse of the Moon
Struggling, and faint, and fainter didst thou wane,O Moon! and round thee all thy starry trainCame forth to help thee, with half-open eyes,And trembled every one with still surprise,That the black Spectre should have dared assailTheir beauteous queen and seize her sacred veil
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