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. The Spectral Horseman
2. Homer's Hymn to Minerva
3. To Death
4. From the Arabic, an Imitation
5. Bereavement

Walter Scott To the Moon ("Hail to thy cold and clouded beam")

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