Bibliotheca
Where could you meet your Gods?
Near altar like birds at a cupolas snow,
or on hills with their lakes of icy mist?
No!...
How you touch me with folios covers, the bibles,
like the autumn leafs being!
Socrates, Plato and you, Aristotle,
watch your time against idols!
Give us good in unity!
Bless my soul, the God!
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