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Percy Bysshe Shelley - To the Moon
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I.
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?

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