Cities and Thrones and Powers, <br />Stand in Time's eye, <br />Almost as long as flowers, <br />Which daily die: <br />But, as new buds put forth <br />To glad new men, <br />Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth, <br />The Cities rise again. <br /> <br />This season's Daffodil, <br />She never hears, <br />What change, what chance, what chill, <br />Cut down last year's; <br />But with bold countenance, <br />And knowledge small, <br />Esteems her seven days' continuance, <br />To be perpetual. <br /> <br />So Time that is o'er -kind, <br />To all that be, <br />Ordains us e'en as blind, <br />As bold as she: <br />That in our very death, <br />And burial sure, <br />Shadow to shadow, well persuaded, saith, <br />"See how our works endure!"<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cities-and-thrones-and-powers-2/
