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.
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Comments2Wow, this poems brings out the beautiful image of moon and stars! 😍 kinda makes me feel like I'm really in outer space 💫🌙 gotta love when poems can make you feel sooo immersed! Great stuff! 👌
Honestly, this piece didn't quite hit the mark for me. A bit dull somehow.