The beauty in wonder…

February 3, 2012 § Leave a comment

Wisdom begins in wonder.

Socrates

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Mutability by Percy Bysshe Shelley

August 30, 2011 § Leave a comment

We are the 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 forever:

 

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings

Give various response to each varying blast,

To whose frail frame no second motion brings

One 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.