In The Reading-Room Of The British Museum Poem by Louise Imogen Guiney

In The Reading-Room Of The British Museum

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Praised be the moon of books! that doth above
A world of men, the fallen Past behold,
And fill the spaces else so void and cold
To make a very heaven again thereof;
As when the sun is set behind a grove,
And faintly unto nether ether rolled,
All night his whiter image and his mould
Grows beautiful with looking on her love.

Thou therefore, moon of so divine a ray,
Lend to our steps both fortitude and light!
Feebly along a venerable way
They climb the infinite, or perish quite;
Nothing are days and deeds to such as they,
While in this liberal house thy face is bright.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Egal Bohen 02 August 2005

An extremely captivating poem, timeless. Egal Bohen

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