The Lost book

                         The Lost Book 


      For weeks on end, I sought
      A precious, wise, old book -
      On every shelf  and nook,
      Until I had the thought,
      Of all that I had gleaned.
      This much was very clear,
      Back in the noosphere-
      You left me here marooned,
      And lost without a map -
      It could be loss or gain,
      Yet please fall down again
      Upon my grateful lap!