Percy Bysshe Shelley - And like a Dying Lady, Lean and Pale

And like a dying lady, lean and pale, <br /> Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil, <br /> Out of her chamber, led by the insane <br /> And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, <br /> The moon arose up in the murky East, <br /> A white and shapeless mass--Credits and CopyrightTogether with the editors, the Department ofEnglish (University of Toronto), and the University of Toronto Press,the following individuals share copyright for the work that wentinto this edition:Screen Design (Electronic Edition): Sian Meikle (University ofToronto Library)Scanning: Sharine Leung (Centre for Computing in the Humanities)<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-like-a-dying-lady-lean-and-pale/