Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.
Wane
Each with an aspect never twice the same,
Waxing and waning as the new-born host of fancies, like a single night’s hoar-frost.
—Robert Browning
Wane,
Like melodies upon a sandy plain,
Without an echo.
—John Keats
Wanes,
As a dream dies down and is dead.
—Algernon Charles Swinburne