Art thou pale for weariness

Art thou pale for weariness

(A 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?

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