"A precious – mouldering pleasure – ’t is –

To meet an antique book –

In just the dress his century wore –

A privilege – I think –

His venerable hand to take –

And warming in our own –

A passage back – or two – to make –

To times when he was young –

His quaint opinions – to inspect –

His knowledge – to unfold

On what concerns our mutual mind –

The literature of old –"

A Precious - mouldering pleasure - 'tis

-Emily Dickinson