- "I who am dead a thousand years and wrote this sweet archaic song, Send you my words for messengers the way I shall not pass along. . . . 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." -- James Elroy Flecker (1884-1915)
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