To The Moon

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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• Percy Bysshe Shelley : To The Men Of England
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• Percy Bysshe Shelley : To A Skylark
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : To A Lady, With A Guitar
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : To (2)
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : To (1)
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Time Long Past
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Time