A curious man of the human clan
Is a man who fools himself;
Who thinks he can swing the Pierian spring
Through a conduit of books on a shelf!
Who thinks if he pores in the old bookstores
And browses among the rares,
He is fit to belong to the scholarly throng
And gives himself scholarly airs.
He gasps as he speaks of his worn antiques—
With emotion almost dumb!