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Mutability

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We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,Streaking the darkness radiantly! -yet soonNight closes round, and they are lost for ever:

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Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant stringsGive various response to each varying blast,To whose frail frame no second motion bringsOne mood or modulation like the last.

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We rest. -A dream has power to poison sleep;We rise. -One wandering thought pollutes the day;We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:

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It is the same! -For, be it joy or sorrow,The path of its departure still is free:Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;Nought may endure but Mutablilty.

- Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

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