For books are more than books, they are the life The very heart and core of ages past, The reason why men lived and worked and died, The essence and … - Amy Lowell

For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past.

"Bath"

The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air.
The sunshine pours in at the bath-room window and bores through the water in the bath-tub in lathes and planes of greenish-white. It cleaves the water into flaws like a jewel, and cracks it to bright light.
Little spots of sunshine lie on the surface of the water and dance, dance, and their reflections wobble deliciously over the ceiling; a stir of my finger sets them whirring, reeling. I move a foot and the planes of light in the water jar. I lie back and laugh, and let the green-white water, the sun-flawed beryl water, flow over me. The day is almost too bright to bear, the green water covers me from the too bright day. I will lie here awhile and play with the water and the sun spots. The sky is blue and high. A crow flaps by the window, and there is a whiff of tulips and narcissus in the air.

For I have time for nothing
But the endeavour to balance myself
Upon a broken world.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against
The want of you