Tuesday, January 10, 2012


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 Shelly, To The Moon


North said...

Thank you.

Borepatch said...

You're very welcome, North.