Place of magic

There is hardly a better place to be
than deep in the archives of a library. 

Libraries are chock full of stories
with direct portals to other universes.

They have a certain cloud of mystery around them, 
a promise of secrets to be uncovered.

Libraries have the architecture that suggests
they have hidden rooms, reading crannies,

winding stairs and majestic overhangs,
tiny aisles, and dusty stacks of books. 

Libraries are the lungs of knowledge:
people entering with greed for wisdom, 

and people leaving with newfound enlightenment, 
their craving for awareness of the world satisfied.

Is there any other place on Earth with such power? 
Any other place with so much overlooked magic?