Louise Imogen Guiney

(1861 - 1920 / United States)

In The Reading-Room Of The British Museum - Poem by Louise Imogen Guiney

Praised be the moon of books! that doth above
A world of men, the fallen Past behold,
And fill the spaces else so void and cold
To make a very heaven again thereof;
As when the sun is set behind a grove,
And faintly unto nether ether rolled,
All night his whiter image and his mould
Grows beautiful with looking on her love.

Thou therefore, moon of so divine a ray,
Lend to our steps both fortitude and light!
Feebly along a venerable way
They climb the infinite, or perish quite;
Nothing are days and deeds to such as they,
While in this liberal house thy face is bright.


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  • Rookie - 10 Points Egal Bohen (8/2/2005 3:23:00 PM)

    An extremely captivating poem, timeless.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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