The perfect ambience
For her, was her desk
Not in her own room
Not where her known could pest

Her desk was near the shelves
Near racks of foreign fables
Surrounded by dusty wood
By hushed pages, disconnected cables

Facing fronts of frames of furniture
Revelling in renaissance of regard for reading
Her reasons unravelling in the restitution
Of her books, her means, her seeding

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