You change your mindLike a girl changes clothes
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The sportive hopes that used to chase their shifting shadows on,Like children playing in the sun, are gone—for ever gone;And on a careless, sullen peace, my double-fronted mind,Like Janus, when his gates are shut, looks forward and behind.Apollo placed his harp, of old, awhile upon a stone,Which has resounded since, when struck, a breaking harp string's tone;And thus my heart, though wholly now from early softness free,If touch'd, will yield the music yet, it first received of thee.
edward coote pinkney