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Dear wife, last midnight while I read / The tomes you so despise, / A specter rose beside the bed / And spoke in this true wise; / "From Canaan's beatific coast / I've come to visit thee, / For I'm Frognall Dibdin's ghost! " / Says Dibdin's ghost to me.
I bade him welcome and we twain / Discussed with buoyant hearts / The various things that appertain / To bibliomaniac arts. / "Since you are fresh from t'other side, / Pray tell me of that host / That treasured books before they died," / Says I to Dibdin's ghost.