Consider the state of things as you read this:
Cities and Thrones and Powers
This season's Daffodil,
So Time that is o'er-kind
- Rudyard Kipling
*Thanks to Greenpeace for this background! :)
© 1997 natural@the-animal.com
Stand in Time's eye,
Almost as long as flowers,
Which daily die:
But, as new buds put forth
To glad new men,
Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth
The Cities rise again.
She never hears
What change, what chance, what chill,
Cut down last year's;
But with bold countenance,
And knowledge small,
Esteems her seven days' continuance
To be perpetual.
To all that be,
Ordains us all e'en as blind,
As bold as she:
That in our very death,
And burial sure,
Shadow to shadow, well persuaded, saith,
'See how our works endure!'
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