名人诗歌|Mutability

We are the clouds that veil the midnight moon；

How restlessly they speed， and gleam， and quiver，

Streaking^{1 the darkness radiantly！yet soon}

Night closes round， and they are lost forever：

Or like forgotten lyres， whose dissonant^{2 strings3}

Give various response to each varying blast，

To whose frail^{4 frame no second motion brings}

One mood or modulation^{5 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^{6， 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^{7 may endure but Mutability.}