Books are the dead, I must borrow
My lights from the print with some sorrow,
For I see in a book and old tomb;
The books, the dear books, are Death’s meeting,
Our times are short, the days are fleeting,
And a book is the dust – – and a tomb.
ON BOOKS by Luis Dato
Books are the dead, I must borrow
My lights from the print with some sorrow,
For I see in a book and old tomb;
The books, the dear books, are Death’s meeting,
Our times are short, the days are fleeting,
And a book is the dust - - and a tomb.
