<b>The Moon</b> And, like a dying lady lean and pale, Who … - Percy Bysshe Shelley

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The Moon

And, like a dying lady lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The moon arose up in the murky east
A white and shapeless mass.

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?

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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About Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley (4 August 1792 – 8 July 1822) was one of the major English romantic poets, widely considered to be among the finest lyric poets in the English language; husband of Mary Shelley.

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Alternative Names: Percy Byssche Shelley • Percy Shelley • Shelli Persi Bish

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(Title: To the Moon)
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?

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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A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.

(Title: To the Moon)
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?

Rise like lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number
Shake your chains to earth like dew
We are many, they are few

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