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 