  A Smith makes me To betray my Man In my first fight. To gather Gold At the world’s end I am sent. The Gold I gather Comes into England Out of deep Water. Like a shining Fish Then it descends Into deep Water. It is not given For goods or gear. But for The Thing The Gold I gather A King covets For an ill use. The Gold I gather Is drawn up Out of deep Water. Like a shining Fish Then it descends Into deep Water. It is not given For goods or gear But for The Thing. [pg 121] A CENTURION OF THE THIRTIETH[pg 122][pg 123] 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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