Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth, Wandering companion less 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 Quotes
And like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil.
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