Percy Bysshe Shelley - The Waning Moon

Percy Bysshe Shelley - The Waning Moon

And like a dying lady, lean and pale, br Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil, br Out of her chamber, led by the insane br And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, br The moon arose up in the murky east, br A white and shapeless mass.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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