Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер)

On the Eclipse of the Moon of October 1865

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. 

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2. Her First-Born
3. The Lattice at Sunrise
4. Our Mary and the Child Mummy
5. The Buoy-Bell

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