Before they fell in sight.           

                        

             The rapid and abrupt descent,           

             The stain'd and ruffled plume,           

             Would seem as if they were not meant           

             Their ardour to resume.           

                        

             But soon their beauty and their force           

             Sweet hours of rest renew;           

             Full soon their light, their varied course           

             Careering they pursue.           

                        

             Alternately to rise and fall,           

             Or float along the day—           

             And this is Fortune—This is all           

             I would vouchsafe to say!           

                        

            

            

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