In
a handful of leaves a hidden cache
The
book which led the way was here
What
could be dreamed of could hold
Full
of life these impenetrable things
For
joy of the sound of bells of silver
From
out a chosen page a rend in time
That
let the longing searcher through
Gave
him entrance to a realm beyond
Delight
for a new finding just for him
That
which was impossible was true
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