It happens in a library

There- where immortal souls dwell

Where the most heart-ful-est words

All that is significant tell.

Solace for the heart's anguish

Consolation to me - for I,

Knowing the day's greyness,

Its colours can alter there-

As my mind silently shouts

"Enlightment from Voltaire!"

These idle visions do

gratify the soul, yet

Shall all life be in vain?

Or shall I cherish the thought

All wishes to attain?

Is one whose eyes

Were often brightened

By tears,

At all allowed to dream?

Or will their entire life

Bear the sadness theme?