Struggling, and faint, and fainter didst thou wane, <br />O Moon! and round thee all thy starry train <br />Came forth to help thee, with half-open eyes, <br />And trembled every one with still surprise, <br />That the black Spectre should have dared assail <br />Their beauteous queen and seize her sacred veil.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-an-eclipse-of-the-moon/
