The world, that all contains, is ever moving; The stars within their spheres forever turned; Nature, the queen of change, to change is loving, And form to matter new is still adjourned. Fortune, our fancy-god, to vary liketh; Place is not bound to things within it placed; The present time upon time passed striketh; With Phoebus' wand'ring course the earth is graced. The air still moves, and by its moving cleareth; The fire up ascends and planets feedeth; The water passeth on and all lets weareth; The earth stands still, yet change of changes breedeth. Her plants, which summer ripes, in winter fade; Each creature in unconstant mother lieth; Man made of earth, and for whom earth is made, Still dying lives and living ever dieth; Only, like fate, sweet Myra never varies, Yet in her eyes the doom of all change carries. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAY AND DEATH by ROBERT BROWNING AS THE TEAM'S HEAD BRASS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS BRUCE: HOW KING ROBERT WAS HUNTED BY THE SLEUTH-HOUND by JOHN BARBOUR GIVE HIM HIS DUE by LEVI BISHOP A HIGHLAND VILLAGE by MATHILDE BLIND THE TOPMOST BOUGH by GAMALIEL BRADFORD |