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MUTABILITY

[Published with Alastor, 1816.]

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

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings 5
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.

We rest.—A dream has power to poison sleep:
We rise.—One wandering thought pollutes the day;10
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same!—For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free:
Man's yesterday may[1] ne'er be like his morrow;15
Nought may endure but[2] Mutability.

  1. may 1816; can Lodore, chap. xlix, 1835 (Mrs. Shelley).
  2. Nought may endure but 1816; Nor aught endure save Lodore, chap. xlix, 1835 (Mrs. Shelley).