CDCL. Mutability II

1

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.

2

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.

3

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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