All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.

We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.

The bells they sound on Bredon, And still the steeples hum. "Come all to church, good people"- Oh, noisy bells, be dumb; I hear you, I will come.

Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.

With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.

You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover's say, And happy is the lover. 'Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.

Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.