Read the last stanza of "Mutability.”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.
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Poetry is an expression of the imagination.B
Poetry can make all things more beautiful.C
Life is fleeting and constantly changing.D
Life is filled with a wide range of emotions.