CXXIII.
The great changes on the earth’s surface are bewildering, and hint that “nothing stands” and endures.
Where the tree now grows, and the long street is full of crowd and noise, there was once
“The stillness of the central sea.”
The very hills and solid lands are no more than shadows, or
“Like clouds that shape themselves and go.”
But our parting is not for ever,
“For tho’ my lips may breathe adieu,
I cannot think the thing farewell.”[85]
I am sure that we shall meet again.
CXXIV.