lean and pale

Xin Li

'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,

A white and shapeless mass—'

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

And like a Dying Lady, Lean and Pale