| Rudyard Kipling (18651936). Verse: 18851918. 1922. | | | | Cities and Thrones and Powers |
| | | CITIES and Thrones and Powers, | |
| Stand in Times eye, | |
| Almost as long as flowers, | |
| Which daily die: | |
| But, as new buds put forth | 5 |
| To glad new men, | |
| Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth, | |
| The Cities rise again. | |
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| This seasons Daffodil, | |
| She never hears, | 10 |
| What change, what chance, what chill, | |
| Cut down last years; | |
| But with bold countenance, | |
| And knowledge small, | |
| Esteems her seven days continuance, | 15 |
| To be perpetual. | |
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| So Time that is oer-kind, | |
| To all that be, | |
| Ordains us een as blind, | |
| As bold as she: | 20 |
| That in our very death, | |
| And burial sure, | |
| Shadow to shadow, well persuaded, saith, | |
| See how our works endure! | | | | |
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