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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