My Library
It is small and dim and shabby -- just one old, low-corniced room,
With the plaster stained and broken and the corners lost in gloom:
And one square, uncurtained window, where a sea-born sunset shines
In a glow of chastened splendor though grand cathedral pines.
But 'tis dear and sacred to me, plain and dusky tho' it be,
For the best of friends and comrades hither come to meet with me.
And I welcome them right gladly when the lingering daylight falls
On the old, familiar faces of my books along the walls.
And one square, uncurtained window, where a sea-born sunset shines
In a glow of chastened splendor though grand cathedral pines.
But 'tis dear and sacred to me, plain and dusky tho' it be,
For the best of friends and comrades hither come to meet with me.
And I welcome them right gladly when the lingering daylight falls
On the old, familiar faces of my books along the walls.
Matchless tales of lands far distant; ballads of an olden day,
Full of fire and faith and fervor that no time can steal away:
Songs of many gracious poets: rare old essays richly blent
With the legendary lore of orient and occident:
Tales of wonderful adventures in the merry years of yore,
And of half-forgotten battles lost and won by sea and shore;
Classic myth and stately epic, born of earth-old joy or pain --
All the centuries have left us, I may gather here again.
Here with hosts of friends I revel who can never change or chill;
Through the fleeting years and seasons they are fair and faithful still!
Kings and courtiers, knights and jesters, belles and beaux of far away,
Meet and mingle with the beauties and the heroes of to-day.
All the lore of ancient sages, all the light of souls divine,
All the music, wit and wisdom of the gray old world is mine,
Garnered here where fall the shadows of the mystic pineland's gloom!
And I sway an airy kingdom from my little book-lined room.
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I discovered this poem years ago, and have loved it ever since. It was the fifth item I posted on this blog, way back in 2007. Still gives me the shivers when I read, "Here with hosts of friends I revel who can never change or chill; Through the fleeting years and seasons they are fair and faithful still!"
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Today is the last day to join the L.M. Montgomery challenge.
2 comments:
Ohh, I love that poem! I'd never heard it before so thanks for sharing. :)
You're welcome! Isn't it gorgeous? I'd love to paint an excerpt on a wall in my house, like Vicky Austin's grandfather painted that Brown poem. There's another beauty for you.
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