To the Moon [fragment] #fridayreads

Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792 – 1822

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?

Experimenting with a new lens, for wildlife and things like that.