They left me there In that great, silent room Lined on all sides with books, The sunlight filtered through old leaded glass. They did not notice my half-hushed delight At the dear, beckoning sight Of that wide world of books; They only thought that I must wait somewhere And left me there With countless treasures that called out to me In friendly greeting, so persistently That I stepped forward. How could I choose Among so many? After a long while I timidly reached out and took A little, well-thumbed book And laughed aloud because the very lines Penciled so heavily in deep, firm blue Were passages I loved and cherished too. "Were we so very long?" my three friends said. I looked about the dear low-vaulted room, Looked at the well-thumbed book upon my lap, And shook my head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: TALK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE FAT LADY by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO RIDGELY TORRENCE - PLAYWRIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER |