(Title: 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 ShelleyAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: August 4, 1792
- Died: July 8, 1822
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