No, never, but I recall you associated her with the Gerber baby.
I guess this poem by Shelley wouldn't help:
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—
same question
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