In the Eden I'd like to build There's a wealth of library nooks; There are thousands of shelves and all of them filled With an orderly orgy of books. And lest the dear number appall Even one most bookishly willed, There's wideness of leisure to read them all In the Eden I'd like to build. In the Eden I'm wanting to make There's a woman loving and fair. The world is aglow for her beautiful sake, Her presence blesses the air. Yet often there comes to me This thought like a hissing snake: Will the books and the woman perchance agree In the Eden I'm wanting to make? |