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/
