At a Late Hour in Victoria Library

Silence,
and the scratching of fountain pen nibs,
pages turning, chairs squeaking and feet,
shuffling.
All around, shell on shell, vast
storehouses their goods enclose and
lie dormant waiting patiently to,—
regenerate again.
Concentration,
and the twitching of nose and lips,
minds whirling, fingers scratching, and
thinking.
All around, seat on seat, limited
storehouses their goods enclose, lie
writhing, twisting, seeking restlessly to—
be born.
Hope,
and the drive of motivation, and of learning,
thoughts gyrating, pockets emptying, and—
despair.
All around desire on desire, large
stocks of energetic aspire, kindly and
livens up and pushes fervour temperature—
higher again!