Percy Bysshe Shelley - The Moon

Percy Bysshe Shelley - The Moon

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


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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