A precious mouldering pleasure — Travelling Bookseller

A precious-mouldering pleasure-'tis-1
To meet an Antique Book-
In just the Dress his Century wore-
A privilege-I think-

His venerable Hand to take-5
And warming in our own-
A passage back-or two-to make-
To Times when he-was young-

His quaint opinions-to inspect-9
His thought to ascertain
On Themes concern our mutual mind-
The Literature of Man-

What interested Scholars-most-13
What Competitions ran-
When Plato-was a Certainty-
And Sophocles-a Man-

When Sappho-was a living Girl-17
And Beatrice wore
The Gown that Dante-deified-
Facts Centuries before

He traverses-familiar-21
As One should come to Town-
And tell you all your Dreams-were true-
He lived-where Dreams were born-

His presence is Enchantment-25
You beg him not to go-
Old Volumes shake their Vellum Heads
And tantalize-just so-
(F.569/J.371)
[2] To meet an Antique Book:: to meet a travelling bookseller.
[5] His, Hand:: the man's hand, not the book.
[24] He lived, Dreams were born:: the bookseller lived in the publishing world.
[26, 27] him, Volumes:: singular him and plural volumes, a hint for bookseller and his books.

From my earliest knowledge of him he was a travelling bookseller for Mr. Matthew Carey, of Philadelphia, visiting all the states south of Pennsylvania, and perhaps some north of it, in a little wagon, with his fiddle as a constant companion to amuse himself and others. ─ Littell's Living Age (1857)