"It's amazing how at the pinnacle of our civilization, snippets of poetry manifest themselves in the zeitgeist as a prefiguration of post-apocalyptic memory loss. We collectively know a lot of poetic words with no notion where they came from. We know not for whom the bell tolls, but we're pretty sure we could compare them to a summer's day if we had to. And we don't have to worry about whatever is slouching toward Bethlehem to be born because good fences make good neighbors."
Context is passionately in love with language.