Now that I know <br />How passion warms little <br />Of flesh in the mould, <br />And treasure is brittle,-- <br /> <br />I'll lie here and learn <br />How, over their ground <br />Trees make a long shadow <br />And a light sound.<br /><br />Louise Bogan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knowledge/
