When a collector found The Book, with hand tooled leather bound, And edged with bronze, engraved, and rare -- He quite forgot the questing spirits there. It mattered not that on the yellowed pages Was writ the Story of the Ages. He gave no thought to poetry sublime -- He paid a shocking sum -- And never read a line! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE LINCOLN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR UPON BEN JONSON [JOHNSON] by ROBERT HERRICK THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE THIRD FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |