Praised be the moon of books! that doth above <br />A world of men, the fallen Past behold, <br />And fill the spaces else so void and cold <br />To make a very heaven again thereof; <br />As when the sun is set behind a grove, <br />And faintly unto nether ether rolled, <br />All night his whiter image and his mould <br />Grows beautiful with looking on her love. <br /> <br />Thou therefore, moon of so divine a ray, <br />Lend to our steps both fortitude and light! <br />Feebly along a venerable way <br />They climb the infinite, or perish quite; <br />Nothing are days and deeds to such as they, <br />While in this liberal house thy face is bright.<br /><br />Louise Imogen Guiney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-reading-room-of-the-british-museum/
