On the Eclipse of the Moon of October 1865 by Charles Tennyson Turner
Yep, still on a space kick, though I actually looked for a poem by Turner since I’d only previously posted one of his.
On the Eclipse of the Moon of October 1865
By Charles Tennyson Turner
One little noise of life remained—I heard
The train pause in the distance, then rush by,
Brawling and hushing, like some busy fly
That murmurs and then settles; nothing stirred
Beside. The shadow of our traveling earth
Hung on the silver moon, which mutely went
Through that grand process, without token sent,
Or any sign to call a gazer forth,
Had I not chanced to see; dumb was the vault
Of heaven, and dumb the fields—no zephyr swept
The forest walks, or through the coppice crept;
Nor other sound the stillness did assault,
Save that faint-brawling railway’s move and halt;
So perfect was the silence Nature kept.
