" Good-bye, O fairest world, good-bye”, I soliloquized. “O blue gem in the heavens, where mankind dwells in love, and no man’s hand is lifted against another, and the gifted realize their every dream, and all things sing, and the light grows gold when the bells ring.” “Good poetry needn’t rhyme”, said Xue. “Besides, you shouldn’t tell lies.” “Lies? No, I was just dreaming. "

― Michael D. O'Brien , Voyage to Alpha Centauri: A Novel