James Elroy Flecker
(1884 -1915)
To a Poet a Thousand Years Hence
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.