To the Moon lyrics

by

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?

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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