Percy Bysshe Shelley — The Waning Moon

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Posthumous Poems", 1824.] 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— ***