(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Cities And Thrones And Powers

Cities and Thrones and Powers,
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.

This season's Daffodil,
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.

So Time that is o'er -kind,
To all that be,
Ordains us 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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Awesome write, Cities, Thrones and Powers Stand in Times eye Almost as long as flowers Which daily die. Hats off to the flight of imagery. Realistic yet imaginative poem with perfect rhyme. Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing.