I was halfway through the thick book
When I saw: It’s just an introduction! Then by intuition or analogy, By faith mixed with induction, I realized there’s a library, And books of law and right and wrong And corners and nooks for the shy And great tables for the headstrong. But then there are the books upstairs, On the shelves accessible by ladder, That explain to every serene heart The sweet nothings that really matter. The philosopher loves the ordered Gardens at Versailles. As for The gardener, he loves each branch, The leaves on every sycamore.
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