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:

Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;

Nought may endure but 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 for ever: Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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