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DOUGLAS GOLDRING
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any less enchanting to readers in the centuries to come than they are to-day. One cannot believe that his lines To a Poet a Thousand Years Hence will fail to carry their message through the ages to some craftsman as conscientious as himself:

"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."

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