Arthur Upson: Ex Libris

Ex Libris

Arthur Upson

In an old book at even as I read  Fast fading words adown my shadowy page,  I crossed a tale of how, in other age, At Arqua, with his books around him, sped The word to Petrarch; and with noble head  Bowed gently o'er his volume that sweet sage  To Silence paid his willing seigniorage. And they who found him whispered, "He is dead!"
Thus timely from old comradeships would I  To Silence also rise.  Let there be night, Stillness, and only these staid watchers by,  And no light shine save my low study light — Lest of his kind intent some human cry  Interpret not the Messenger aright.