Cities & Thrones & Powers - Peter Bellamy
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 over kind
To all that be
Ordains us even 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