For The Bookplates

A signal purpose in collecting tomes
Is to transform mere brains into a mind
Whereby rude dwellings become homes
In which great thought and virtue you will find.
And though the marks upon their pages
Are not necessarily so divine,
It will please both I and subsequent sages
If you would gently treat each graceful spine.

If, perchance, their titles don't show it
This library belongs to an artist
And her connubial night time poet
Who vainly thinks his verse the smartest.
So if we have a book that you revere
Just ask Charlotte, or... her Midnight Sonneteer!