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,
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Poet: Percy Bysshe Shelley
Poem: And like a Dying Lady, Lean and Pale

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