The Library Poem by Heidi K. Haskell

The Library knows what it wants you to read;
The Library reads you back.
It brings you the titles it knows that you need
To fill in the words that you lack.
The Library reads what it wants you to know;
The Library reads you first.
It offers enchantments to shrink or to grow
Or the cursed to become uncursed.
The Library knows what it wants to unfold;
The Library reads you, too.
And under your fingertips, there to behold
Are the stories that it has for you.