Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

To The Moon - 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?


Comments about To The Moon by Percy Bysshe Shelley

  • Sylva-onyema Uba (2/11/2017 10:55:00 PM)


    A sextet of one stanza. Poem rooted in good rhyme.
    Well done!

    Sylva.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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