To the Moon
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?
~~
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
from Posthumous Poems, 1824
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
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