Classic Poem

When at your desk you sit with studious look
Forgetting all the world for one small book,

And she who is your all comes up behind you
And nestles, eager in her arms to bind you,

Don't gruffly bid her leave you, don't demur,
But leave your book and go along with her!

Your dusty tomes will bide with you for aye,
You do not know how long your love will stay.

There 's many a lonely man with care-worn brow
Would gladly be disturbed as you are now.

Let love illuminate in shining gold
Your book with pictures lovely to behold!

So, should your home be desolated quite,
The ancient book will stream with holy light,

And where you now are vexed, at your right hand
A beckoning angelic form will stand.