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All day I serve among the volumes telling / Old tales of love and war and high romance; / Good company, God wot, is in them dwelling, / Brave knights who dared to scorn untoward chance.
King Arthur -- Sidney -- Copperfield -- the daring / And friendly souls of Meredith's bright page -- / The Pilgrim on his darksome journey faring, / And Shakespeare's heroes, great in love and rage.
Fair ladies, too -- here Beatricè smiling, / Through hell leads Dante to the happy stars; / And Heloise, the cruel guards beguiling, / With Abelard makes mock of convent bars.
Yet when night comes I leave these folks with pleasure / To open Love's great summer-scented tome, / Within whose pages -- precious beyond measure -- / My own White Flower Lady hath her home.