A BOOK is an aristocrat:
’ Tis pampered — lives in state;
Stands on a shelf, with naught whereat
To worry — lovely fate!
Enjoys the best of company;
And often — ay,’ tis so —
Like much in aristocracy,
Its title makes it go.
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MY LORD THE BOOK · John Kendrick Bangs · Poetry Cove