Friday, December 01, 2006

Mutability

We are the 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 forever:


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Mutability
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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