Poem by Eleanor Farjeon

Books

What worlds of wonder are our books!
As one opens them and looks,
New ideas and people rise
In our fancies and our eyes.

The room we sit in melts away,
And we find ourselves at play
With some one who, before the end,
May become our chosen friend.

Or we sail along the page
To some other land or age.
Here's our body in the chair,
But our mind is over there.

Each book is a magic box
Which with a touch a child unlocks.
In between their outside covers
Books hold all things for their lovers. 

1. Sonnets. 7. When I see two delay their wings at heaven
2. Sonnets. 12. I hear love answer: Since within the mesh
3. Sonnets. 11. A few of us who faltered as we fared
4. Solitary
5. Two Choruses from “Merlin in Broceliande”

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