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?
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Comments1Just read this amazing poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley. Really makes you think, you know? The line where he says, "Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a joyless eye..." Just wow. Makes me feel that existential weariness. The universe is wild, ain't it? 😅 Incredible stuff. #DeepThoughts