Eva Moseley

Eva Moseley

Sidney composed this “Poem in Honor of Carolyn Morrow,” when she left the Harvard Library for marriage and California.
                            
What can we say about Carolyn Morrow?
She's here today, she'll be gone tomorrow.
The fact of her leaving makes us all nervous.
When she's gone, who will preserve us?
Who will warn us the air is too dry,
The lights too bright, the temperature too high?
Who will keep us from being placid
When all our books have too much acid?
What will we do when she's gone west?
Will we know what's right? Will we do what's best?
She says not to worry—if we have questions, just phone her.
But I'd be more comfortable if we could just clone her.
With a quality copy, we would nothing lose.
But there's a technical issue:  what format to choose?
For three-dimensionality, we might plaster-cast her.
For ease of storage and duplication, we'd make a microfilm master.
But since it is her multifunctionality for which we prize her, 
The best bet may be to digitize her.
With a little compression, she'll fit on a floppy.
Whenever we need her, we'll call up a copy.
To highlight Carolyn, just press <enter>
And there she'll be, right at the center.
So Carolyn, no tears, no sighs, 
No fond farewells, no sad goodbyes.
The ties with us you cannot sever,
You'll be in our active memory forever.