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Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth, Wandering companion less Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever-changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?

你苍白了吗?因为厌倦了攀爬天堂，凝望大地，在群星之间少了些徘徊的伴侣，它们有着不同的诞生，不停地变化着，就像一只无趣的眼睛，找不到任何值得它恒久不变的目标?

— Percy Bysshe Shelley 珀西·比西·雪莱