I'm a librarian I'm always right
Though I should like the stifling steady shine
By candlelight or chair to rest my light.
But, by some long windows, I confess
Of tarnished gold, a letter of a shelf,
Reared an edge over some old loved wall,
Instead of the treasure of its faded chin.
Before you call it an amulet of gold,
Lay on a level with some treasure coal.
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