Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

31 May 2012

Emily Dickinson, "In a Library"


A precious - mouldering pleasure - 'tis- 
To meet an Antique Book - 
In just the Dress his Century wore - 
A privilege - I think - 

His venerable Hand to take - 
And warming in our own - 
A passage back - or two - to make - 
To Times when he - was young -

His quaint opinions - to inspect - 
His thought to ascertain
On Themes concern our mutual mind - 
The Literature of Man -