THERE @3is@1 a Heaven, or here, or there,— A Heaven there is, for me and you, Where bargains meet for purses spare, Like ours, are not so far and few. Thuanus' bees go humming through The learned groves, 'neath rainless skies, O'er volumes old and volumes new, Within that Book-man's Paradise! There treasures bound for Longepierre Keep brilliant their morocco blue, There Hookes' @3Amanda@1 is not rare, Nor early tracts upon Peru! Racine is common as Rotrou, No Shakespeare Quarto search defies, And Caxtons grow as blossoms grew, Within that Book-man's Paradise! There's Eve,—not our first mother fair,— But Clovis Eve, a binder true; Thither does Bauzonnet repair, Derome, Le Gascon, Padeloup! But never come the cropping crew That dock a volume's honest size, Nor they that "letter" backs askew, Within that Book-man's Paradise! ENVOY. Friend, do not Heber and De Thou, And Scott, and Southey, kind and wise, @3La chasse au bouquin@1 still pursue Within that Book-man's Paradise? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BELLS AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SPANISH WINGS: A LEAF FROM A LOG BOOK by H. BABCOCK PSALM 132 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 7 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |