Wednesday, 18 November 2015

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?

'To the Moon'
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1782-1822)


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