Sunday, 12 April 2015
The Sunday Posts 2015/To the Moon
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Among the stars that have a different birth,—
And ever-changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Photo by Alistair.
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