The Waning Moon - Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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