My Own World……

June 20, 2007

Mutability

Filed under: Poem — jagrutivalani @ 6:16 am

The flower that smiles today

Tomorrow dies;

All that we wish to stay

Tempts and then flies.

What is this world’s delight?

Lightning that mocks the night,

Brief even as bright.

Virtue, how frail it is!

Friendship how rare!

Love, how it sells poor bliss

For proud despair!

But we, though soon they fall,

Survive their joy, and all

Which ours we call.

Whilst skies are blue and bright,

Whilst flowers are gay,

Whilst eyes that change ere night

Make glad the day;

Whilst yet the calm hours creep,

Dream thou and from thy sleep

Then wake to weep.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

 

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