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. He knew me as well as I knew him; and so, in the cold, faint twilight, with a glimmer in the high glass and another on the polish of the oak stair below, we faced each other in our common intensity. ) For these and other matters, please mail to: Project Gutenberg P. What with your name and your ideas--Are you Irish at all? --Come with me now to the office of arms and I will show you the tree of my family, said Stephen.