Art thou pale for weariness

Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,

Wandering companionless⁠ ⁠… ?

Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless⁠ ⁠… ?

He repeated to himself the lines of Shelley’s fragment. Its alternation of sad human ineffectiveness with vast inhuman cycles of activity chilled him and he forgot his own human and ineffectual grieving.