Ezra Pound - The Logical Conclusion lyrics

When earth's last thesis is copied From the theses that went before, When idea from fact has departed And bare-boned factlets shall bore, When all joy shall have fled from study And scholarship reign supreme; When truth shall "baaa" on the hill crests And no one shall dare to dream; When all the good poems have been buried With comment annoted in full And art shall bow down in homage To scholarship's zinc-plated bull, When there shall be nothing to research But the notes of annoted notes, And Baalam's a** shall inquire The price of imported oats; Then no one shall tell him the answer For each shall know the one fact That lies in the special a**-ignment From which he is making his tract. So the a** shall sigh uninstructed While each in his separate book Shall grind for the love of grinding And only the devil shall look