THESE are the folios of April, <br />All the library of spring, <br />Missals gilt and rubricated <br />With the frost's illumining. <br /> <br />Ruthless, we destroy these treasures, <br />Set the torch with hand profane- <br />Gone, like Alexandrian vellums, <br />Like the books of burnt Louvain! <br /> <br />Yet these classics are immortal: <br />O collectors, have no fear, <br />For the publisher will issue <br />New editions every year.<br /><br />Christopher Morley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burning-leaves-november/
