Ideals are like the stars, always above are reach.Humbly I tired to learn, more humbly did I teach. On all honest virtues I sought to keep firm hold. I wanted to be a good man though I pinched my soul. But now I lie beneath cool loam forgetting every dream; and in this narrow bed of earth no lights gleam.In the narrow bed of earth star-dust never scatters, and I tremble lest the darkness teach me that nothing matters. Poem by:Langston Hughes.