Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Art Thou Pale For Weariness - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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?

Form: Epigram

Comments about Art Thou Pale For Weariness by Percy Bysshe Shelley

  • Rookie Sonny Faolan (8/14/2009 12:04:00 PM)

    i love the description of the stars! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,723 Points john tiong chunghoo (6/30/2006 1:06:00 PM)

    shelley, great poem this is. i can relate to this. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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