Poetry & Verse
The Waning Moon
By Percy Bysshe ShelleySource: Percy Bysshe Shelley - PoetryDB (Public Domain)Short39 words
And like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And...
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And like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky East, A white and shapeless mass--
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