She encompassed the future with a look That took in all the petty jealousies; But it would take much more than all of these To counteract the pleasures of her book. She loved it with a passion quite as strong As all the lesser loves that she had known; It is the one thing that is all her own And like a favored child could not be wrong. For years she nursed the tiny spark along Until it was an all-consuming flame; Devouring everything except a name Or words, that meant to her an added song. She poured her very heart into this book: And you can pass it by with just a look! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: BEFORE AN EXAMINATION by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET YOUNG BLOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET BEARS AT RASPBERRY TIME by HAYDEN CARRUTH NAMING FOR LOVE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONGS FOR TWO SEASONS: 1. AFTER GRAVE ILLNESS by CAROL FROST |