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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply superb flight of imagery that penned such a short and sweet poem with deep meaning.