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/ 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.