ON level lines of woodwork stand
My books obedient to my hand ;
And Caesar pale against the wall
Smiles sternly Roman over all.
Within the four walls of this room
Life finds its prison, youth its tomb :
For here the minds of other men
Prompt and deride the labouring pen ;
And here the wisdom of the wise
Dances like motes before the eyes.
Outside, the great world spins its way,
Here studious night dogs studious day.
A mighty store of dusty books,
Little and great, fill all the nooks,
And line the walls from roof to floor ;
And I who read them o’er and o’er,
Am I much wiser than of old,
When sunlight leaped like living gold
Into my boyhood’s heart, on fire
With fervid hope and wild desire ;
And when behind no window bars,
But free as air I served the stars ?
(Justin H. McCarthy)
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