"the mares of night", "constant, like the pearl , the moon", "her own era"...
beautiful imagery. i went out to watch the eclipse a few nights ago (though i admit, it was more b/c of the fact that i had an assignment on it :P)-- it truly was lovely. mysterious, perhaps, breathtaking in the way that there was this 'pearl' of the moon, hanging low in the sky at one moment... yet half an hour later, it was already half-shadowed, half-gone.
the feelings this poem evokes are ones of admiration for the beauty of the night...but words like 'dead' and 'solemn' have a bittersweet tinge.
cheers,
lin.