Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

JAMES ELROY FLECKER TO A POET A THOUSAND YEARS HENCE . I WHO am dead a thousand years , 1 And wrote this sweet archaic song , Send you my words for messengers The way I shall not pass along . I care not if you bridge the seas, Or ride secure the cruel sky, Or build consummate palaces Of metal or of masonry . But have you wine and music still And statues and a bright - eyed love, And foolish thoughts of good and ill, And prayers to them who sit above ? How shall we conquer ? Like a wind That falls at eve , our fancies blow , And old Maeonides the blind Said it three thousand years ago . 13