'To The Moon' - Contributed by Sophie O'Halloran

Sophie in middle at Le Salon

To the Moon

By Perce Bysshe Shelley

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 gazes on thee till in thee it pities ...