May 14, 2014

TO THE MOON

The Bay of Naples at moonlit night by Ivan Aivazovsky

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?

By Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) 

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