The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night
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Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
from “The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm”
Wallace Stevens
Thanks to Susan Olding for the suggestion.
Nathalie Foy 
Those occasions when the reader becomes the books are what real magic is all about.