The Library, by Andrew Lang

Books, books again, and books once more!

These are our theme, which some miscall

Mere madness, setting little store

By copies either short or tall.

But you, O slaves of shelf and stall!

We rather write for you that hold

Patched folios dear, and prize “the small,

Rare volume, black with tarnished gold.”

— A. D.

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