Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Percy Bysshe Shelley. 17921822609. 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 mood arose up in the murky east, | 5 |
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, | 10 |
And ever changing, like a joyless eye | |
That finds no object worth its constancy? |