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ReadingWillow structured literacy program for Australian students

Mutability

William Wordsworth·1770–1850
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From low to high doth dissolution climb,And sink from high to low, along a scaleOf 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 bearThe longest date do melt like frosty rime,That in the morning whitened hill and plainAnd is no more; drop like the tower sublimeOf yesterday, which royally did wearHis crown of weeds, but could not even sustainSome casual shout that broke the silent air,Or the unimaginable touch of Time.