"Will you have something in books to-day?" So the young woman prattled away, Using her salesman lingo free, Just as if books were pounds of tea. That is the way the business is run. Books by the thousand, books by the ton, Books by the measure of mason or cook. And the bigger the pile, the bigger the book. "Something in books?" Yes, Miss Flippancy, yes; Something your big store does not possess. Give me a book that was born of the heart. Free from the stains of the bank and the mart. Give me a book that is known of the trees. Comrade of clouds and at home with the bees; Give me a book I shall have as a friend. Daytime and nighttime, till living shall end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THRUSH'S NEST by JOHN CLARE THE SEARCH (1) by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL AUTUMN (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HIGHER PANTHEISM by ALFRED TENNYSON THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): HYLAS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS MISTS by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG |