Gifts are given by another, for another.
An open place, an agora space
Was in this place once founded;
A sheltered well, a sunlit trace
Was by this fence bounded.
It is still free for all to use
But now too many use it;
To lose it now's too much to lose
But we shall surely lose it.
For the merely great have struck upon
The oldest kind of scheming;
Traps are set upon the lawn
To catch th' unwary dreaming.
What's for free is not for free;
Nor can it under this sun be.