Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.

All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.

Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.

The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.

Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.

I sought them far and found them, The sure, the straight, the brave, The hearts I lost my own to, The souls I could not save They braced their belts about them, They crossed in ships the sea, They sought and found six feet of ground, And there they died for me.

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