The house was quiet and the world was calm.
\nThe reader became the book; and summer night<\/p>\n
Was like the conscious being of the book.
\nThe house was quiet and the world was calm.<\/p>\n
The words were spoken as if there was no book,
\nExcept that the reader leaned above the page,<\/p>\n
Wanted to lean, wanted much to be
\nThe scholar to whom his book is true, to whom<\/p>\n
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
\nThe house was quiet because it had to be.<\/p>\n
The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
\nThe access of perfection to the page.<\/p>\n
And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,
\nIn which there is no other meaning, itself<\/p>\n
Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself
\nIs the reader leaning late and reading there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"