There is a hall that has no clock
A corridor of stone and gold
Where every word the world has loved
Waits patient in the cold
And if you stand here long enough
You will hear them stir
Ten voices in their velvet sleep
Beginning to remember
Descartes. Shakespeare. King. Gandhi. Roosevelt.
Frost. Nietzsche. Ali. Einstein. Lennon.
The hall is closed tonight.
But tomorrow, the door is open.