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Old 06-15-2008, 05:32 PM   #32
ivandiadser

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Originally Posted by Prabhu Ram 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
? Goodone ! I remember lot of such tamizh poems, where moon is tugged along as a companion, to describe poet's own plight.

I remember jeevan's confusion which, on acquisition, dismisses all earthly joys as "neti neti" to seeking something permanent.
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