Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)"Art Thou Pale For Weariness"

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?

Percy Bysshe Shelley