Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини)
In the Reading-Room of the British Museum
Praised be the moon of books! that doth above A world of men, the sunken Past behold, And colour spaces else too 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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