Sunday, June 13, 2010

To the Moon. By Percy Bysshe Shelley 1820;1824

Landscape with moon. From

  Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
  Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,-
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy? 

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