By Turns

It is
Till it isn’t

It’s good
Till it’s bad

It was
Till it wasn’t

Happy
Then sad

I could
Till I couldn’t

Nor tittle
Nor jot

I would
Till I wouldn’t

Well known
Till forgot

Very hot
Till it was not

Warm
Till it was cold

Just a little
Then a lot

Young
Till it was old

Flat as ‘twere
Until a ball

Long
Till seen as short

Large although it
Measured small

Together
Till apart

I knew it
Then I didn’t

‘Twas certain
Till in doubt

I’ll remember
Wait a minute

With it
Then without

Arranged! arranged!
Until it changed

Weak
Till it was strong

Surely so
Till rearranged

Right
Till it was wrong

Nothing is
As once it was

Effects
Abate by cause

By cause
By cause by cause by cause

It’s never
The thing it was.

Chimerical or
Just a dream

A walk
In the park

A moment’s
Momentary seem

A shot
In the dark

Everything alters
Mutates and melts

Nobody knows
And nobody learns

Everything’s changing
To something else

A fairy’s wheel
Done by turns

Magus
Magic

Sorcerer
Science

Nor comic
Nor tragic

The rest
Is silence