Poems (Jordan)/In a Library

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IN A LIBRARY
Embalmed herein the thoughts of sages,Retain their bodies down the ages; And hither we may come,And choosing from these wondrous pages,May list the one our wish engages, Through lips Death cannot dumb.
There is a scent which overpowersExhaling from the long-dead hours,— Here ravished from their tomb!Or as if strangely mingled flowers—Plucked from the Past's o'erhanging bowers,— Were vased within this room!
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