The Waning Moon
Read 'The Waning Moon' by 'Percy Bysshe Shelley' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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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