If you have kissed a thousand vulumes but ne'er ta'en the flower
Are you an angel, a scholar or a capacious dower,
And if they are dispensed as letters or books, bound or strewn as accounts
Are you an interminable worm, a mole or a fathomless hook?
And if those on the top or middle shelves leave you cold
The bottom shelf will hit you before you grow old.