(To I - - A) When Rumour Fain Would Fright My Ear With The Destruction And Decay Of Things Familiar And Dear, And Vaunt Of A Swift-Running Day That Sweeps The Fair Old Past Away; Whatever Else Be Strange And New, All Other Things May Go Or Stay, So That There Be No Change In You. These Loud Mutations Others Fear Find Me High-Fortressed 'Gainst Dismay, They Trouble Not The Tranquil Sphere That Hallows With Immortal Ray The World Where Love And Lovers Stray In Glittering Gardens Soft With Dew - O Let Them Break And Burn And Slay, So That There Be No Change In You. Let Rapine Its Republics Rear, And Murder Its Red Sceptre Sway, Their Blood-Stained Riot Comes Not Near The Quiet Haven Where We Pray, And Work And Love And Laugh And Play; Unchanged, Our Skies Are Ever Blue, Nothing Can Change, For All They Say, - So That There Be No Change In You. Envoi Princess, Let Wild Men Brag And Bray, The Pure, The Beautiful, The True. Change Not, And Changeless We As They - So That There Be No Change In You.