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--
Classic poem
The Waning Moon
Public domain/Source
About this poem
- First line
- And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
- Poet
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Themes
- nature, solitude, night
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