That Orbed Maiden, With White

(title: To The Moon) 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?

Revenge And Wrong Bring Forth Their Kind; The Foul Cubs Like Their Parents Are.

Thou Paradise Of Exiles, Italy!

All Love Is Sweet, Given Or Received.

But I Am Chained To Time, And Cannot Thence Depart!