Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, <br />Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, <br />And marching single in an endless file, <br />Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. <br />To each they offer gifts after his will, <br />Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all. <br /> <br />I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp, <br />Forgot my morning wishes, hastily <br />Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day <br />Turned and departed silent. I, too late, <br />Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/days-2/
