TO A POET A THOUSAND 🎆 YEARS FENCE


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 space
To greet you. You will understand.

James Elroy Flecker

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