By Hilda Conkling

Books, books that I love so,
Poetry . . . fairy-tales . . . stories . . .
All of them together make one huge book
Broad as a mountain
With golden pages
And pictures of long ago.
I read and I read . . . of living . . . of thoughts . . .
Of queer things people tell:
If I could I would buy that huge book,
All the world in one!
But It cannot be bought
For one penny or two.

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