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The Waning Moon

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.

Written by

Percy Bysshe Shelley

1792-1822 / Male / English

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Written by

Percy Bysshe Shelley

1792-1822 / Male / English

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