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Mutability – Percy Bysshe Shelley

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 forever: Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings Give various response … Continue reading

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