O Earth, what changes hast thou seen!
There where the long street roars, hath been
The stillness of a central sea.
The hills are shadows, and they flow
From form to form, and nothing stands;
They melt like mist, the solid lands,
Like clouds they shape themselves and go.Alfred, Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam, VII
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