604 <br /> <br />Unto my Books—so good to turn— <br />Far ends of tired Days— <br />It half endears the Abstinence— <br />And Pain—is missed—in Praise— <br /> <br />As Flavors—cheer Retarded Guests <br />With Banquettings to be— <br />So Spices—stimulate the time <br />Till my small Library— <br /> <br />It may be Wilderness—without— <br />Far feet of failing Men— <br />But Holiday—excludes the night— <br />And it is Bells—within— <br /> <br />I thank these Kinsmen of the Shelf— <br />Their Countenances Kid <br />Enamor—in Prospective— <br />And satisfy—obtained—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unto-my-books-so-good-to-turn/
