Percy Bysshe Shelley
And like a dying
lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapp'd 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
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