The Scholar's Eden

In the Eden I’d like to build
There’s a wealth of library nooks;
There are thousands of shelves and all of them filled
With an orderly display of books.
And lest the dear number appall
Even one most bookishly willed,
There’s wideness of leisure to read them all
In the Eden I’d like to build.
In the Eden I’m wanting to make
There’s a woman loving and fair.
The world is aglow for her beautiful sake,
Her presence blesses the air.
Yet often there comes to me
This thought like a hissing snake:
Will the books and the woman perchance agree
In the Eden I’m wanting to make?