Minguante Minguante
The Waning Moon The Waning Moon
And like a dying lady, lean and pale, And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil, Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The moon arose up in the murky east, The moon arose up in the murky east,
A white and shapeless mass. The white and shapeless mass.
Percy Bysshe Shelley Percy Bysshe Shelley
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