What worlds of wonders are our books As one opens them and looks, new ideas and people rise In our fancies and our eyes The room we sit in melts away, And we find ourselves at play With someone who before the end, May become our chosen friend We sail along the page To some other land or age. Here is our body in the chair But our mind is over there. Each book is a magic box Which with a touch A child unlocks. In between their outside cover Books held all things, for their lover