Oh for a book and a shady nook,
   Either indoor or out,
With the green leaves whispering overhead,
   Or the street cries all about.
Where I may read all at my ease,
    Both of the new and old,
For a jolly good book whereon to look
    Is better to me than gold.

~ John Wilson 1889

[My source doesn't ID the poet as John Wilson; however, seems logical.  If anyone can verify, please do.]