The stars are not wanted now, put out every one Pack up the moon & dismantle the sun. - W. H. Auden

The sky is darkening like a stain
Something is going to fall like rain
And it won't be flowers

My second thoughts condemn
And wonder how I dare
To look you in the eye.
What right have I to swear
Even at one a.m.
To love you till I die?

Earth meets too many crimes
For fibs to interest her;
If I can give my word,
Forgiveness can recur
Any number of times
In Time. Which is absurd.

Tempus fugit. Quite.
So finish up your drink.
All flesh is grass. It is.
But who on earth can think
With heavy heart or light
Of what will come of this?

The commonest ivory tower is that of the average man, the state of passivity towards experience.