Mutability

The king of all the kings is constant change,
The world js his great royal home and strange

The things are which e'er follow in his wake,

Where'er he goes, whatever course he'll take-
Where'er he enters, — and that is everywhere, —
O'er what he steps. — and naught in life he'll spare, —

By foul decay is touched... Strewn o'er the
ground

Withered flowers and broken hearts are found.