Mutability
We are the 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 forever:
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. 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 foe, 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 ne'er be like his morrow;Nought may endure but Mutability.
This is what life about. Change.
NaBloPoMo #2 post
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I loved this poem especially as it's a Shelly poem, You see where I live the area is all about Shelly's son also called Percy, He owned the land the house I live in was built. 2 minutes away he bought a Manor for his mother Mary Shelly creator of Frankinstien, but she never lived to come from London to live there,Percy jnr lived in the Manor with his wife until their deaths. The manor has been refurbished and is now a huge doctor's surgery where I attend,
Poet Shelly died when Percy jnr was young in italy but his heart legend has it was given to his wife where it is buried not far from where I live, The whole Shelly family are in the vault also Mary's mother and father,
Yvonne.
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