Another Xmas greeting

Dec 24, 2008 14:09

It's night in Sweden right now. My mom told me my aunt suggested something for this Christmas Eve. She said, why not all pick a poem that we read out loud? My aunt has the best reading voice, I can almost hear it in my head.
Anyway, I thought I'd do the same. Thank you to all my family members who called to wish me a merry Christmas today! I love you!

In A Library

Tread softly here, as ye would tread
In presence of the honored dead,
With reverent step and low-bowed head.

Speak low - as low ye would speak
Before some saint of grandeur meek,
Whose favor ye would humbly seek.

Within these walls the very air
Seems weighted with a fragrance rare,
Like incense burned at ev'ning prayer.

Here may we sit and converse hold
With those whose names in ages old
Were in the book of fame enrolled.

Here under poet's power intense
We leave this world of sordid sense,
Where mortals strive with problems dense.

And mount to realms where fance, free,
Above our poor humanity,
Roams in a joyous ecstasy.

Of if through history's maze we tread,
The hero, patriot, long since dead,
Whose great heart for his country bled.

Seems once again to work and fight,
In superstition's darkest night,
For God, his fellows, and the right.

Enough! mere words can never tell
The influence of the grateful spell
Which seems among these books to dwell.

Emily Dickinson, 1899

gorgeous

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