MUTABILITY

                  From low to high doth dissolution climb,
                  And sink from high to low, along a scale
                  Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail;
                  A musical but melancholy chime.
                  Which they can hear who meddle not with crime,
                  Nor avarice, nor over-anxious care.
                  Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bear
                  The longest dale do melt like frosty rime,
                  That in the morning whitened hill and plain
                  And is no more; drop like the tower sublime
                  Of yesterday, which royally did wear
                  His crown of weeds, but could not even sustain
                  Some casual shout that broke the silent air,
                  Or the unimaginable touch of Time.

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