"If I could set the moon upon <br />This table," said my friend, <br />"Among the standard poets <br />And brouchures without end, <br />And noble prints of old Japan, <br />How empty they would seem, <br />By that encyclopaedia <br />Of whim and glittering dream."<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-encyclopaedia/
