The Waning Moon.
Topics: classic
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 -
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"And like a dying lady, lean and pale,..."
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