The Moon is sinking — the tempestuous weather

The moon is sinking — the tempestuous weather
Grows worse, the squalls disputing our advance;
And as the feet fall well and true together
In the last moonlight, see! the standards glance!

One hour, one moment, and that light for ever.
Quite so.
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