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Nov. 20th, 2009 at 8:11 AM
Upon my shelf they stand in rows,
A city-full of human souls,
Sages, philosophers and drolls--
Good friends that everybody knows.
The drunkard shoulders with the saint;
The great are neighboring with the quaint
And they will greet me one and all
At any hour I care to call.
There's Dickens with his humble crew
That has no end of joy to give.
With all his people I can live
By moving just a foot or two.
Or should I choose to sail the sea,
Stevenson there will pilot me,
While jovial, lovable Mark Twain
Waits patiently to call again.
Sometimes a friend drops in and looks
My little sitting room around
And, in a manner most profound,
Remarks: "Your shelves are lined with books!"
"Not books," I say, "but people wise
And men to cling to or despise.
Vast peopled cities, calm and still;
For me to visit when I will."
(Edgar A. Guest)
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Cheers,
Cat