Mutability-The Protagonist

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; 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 woe, 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.