With apologies to the Bard...
In stories cast in meter and in rhyme
Are words of wonder set in fine array
That has endured vicissitudes of time
To speak in ears that hear them yet today.
So, too, are words of friendship and of love
Made fast in lines of patterns long since set
Apart, in patterns long since set above
The daily talk of credit and of debt.
From shaken shaft of ash and steel that stood
At rivers' sides upon the globe they fell,
And still they find a use as students' good,
A common reference point, a wide-shared well.
Their author, long since dead, is with us yet
As we upon the stage still toil and fret.