Wednesday, November 25, 2009

To The Moon

 I thought it only fitting to include Shelley as well, since I've posted Byron

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)