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**foI3fKWv** · 06-14-2008, 04:17 AM

I recall a lovely line from a different Shelley poem that I unable to place:

an ever moving joyless eye
finds nothing worth its constancy

It's from a fragment of a poem he never finished, which his wife published under the title "To the moon" The words are slightly different from what you remember:

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?

06-14-2008, 04:17 AM	#28
foI3fKWv Join Date Nov 2005 Posts 523 Senior Member	I recall a lovely line from a different Shelley poem that I unable to place: an ever moving joyless eye finds nothing worth its constancy It's from a fragment of a poem he never finished, which his wife published under the title "To the moon" The words are slightly different from what you remember: 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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