He entered there quaint vestibule,
Where statues tall alone do rule.
To quiet mind and house the heart,
'Tis now the point where this does start.
The gambit played--a golden time
--Does come now forth to speak its rhyme.
Yes moved at once there through the door,
And stares quaint vestibule before.
In rapture now--do stare he back,
And into time's long past he tracts.
Each hall envelops dormant age,
Seems spirits fly as turns each page.
In total there--antique does rule,
But starts with foot in vestibule.
Takes digging back to make a sage,
A maxim wrote upon each page.