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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

Percy Bysshe Shelley. 1792–1822

609. The Moon

I


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. 
 
II


    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?