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?
Climbing to the height of fame may leave one with loneliness.The erstwhile companions may become jealous and stay away.
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, all alone, among the stars. great imagination. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
shelley, great poem this is. i can relate to this.