To the Moon by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Fancied a bit of poetry whilst watching the moon this evening :) 

To the Moon
BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
I 
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? 

II 
Thou chosen sister of the Spirit, 
That gazes on thee till in thee it pities ...