Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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? 

1. I Would Not Be A King
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3. Wine Of The Fairies
4. To Mary
5. The Spectral Horseman

Thomas Hardy To the Moon ("What have you looked at, Moon")

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