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?
A contest entry
- Eclipse Contest by SuicidalLover.
300 points, ended August 1, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Awesome Write
Commands reverence of the subject matter as was intended; again great write.
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