Securely, after days
Unnumbered, I behold
Kings mourn that promised praise
Their cheating bars foretold.
Of earth-constructing Wars,
Of Princes passed in chains,
Of deeds out-shining stars,
No word or voice remains.
Yet furthest times receive,
And to fresh praise restore,
Mere breath of flutes at eve,
Mere seaweed on the shore.
A smoke of sacrifice;
A chosen myrtle-wreath;
An harlot's altered eyes;
A rage 'gainst love or death;
Glazed snow beneath the moon --
The surge of storm-bowed trees--
The Caesars perished soon,
And Rome Herself: But these
Endure while Empires fall
And Gods for Gods make room....
Which greater God than all
Imposed the amazing doom?
The Survival
Rudyard Kipling
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