“ We men of this age are rotten with book-lore and with a yearning for the past. ”
O friend unseen, unborn, unknown,Student of our sweet English tongue,Read out my words at night, alone:I was a poet, I was young.Since I can never see your face,And never shake you by the hand,I send my soul through time and spaceTo greet you. You will understand.
~ James Elroy Flecker
