TO THE MOON - William Shakespeare Poems


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 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?

Thou chosen sister of the Spirit,
    That gazes on thee till in thee it pities ...