Art Thou Pale For Weariness

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

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Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, all alone, among the stars. great imagination. tony
A poem of such beauty and depth. Words are mesmerizing.
Weary of earth and searching for life's fulfillment
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