Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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? 

1. Wine Of The Fairies
2. The Fitful Alternations of the Rain
3. Homer's Hymn to Minerva
4. From the Arabic, an Imitation
5. To Mary

Eaton Barrett To the Moon ("Now while the birds within their feathers hide")

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