| 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 | 5 |
| That finds no object worth its constancy? | |
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