I: ‘Whose Name Was Writ In Water’
Too high he soared above his multitude-
Singer of Youth immortal and of Art-
Today whose name is writ in the warm blood
Of every human heart.
II: ‘Cor Cordium’
And he, twin-soul, vibrant, pulsating still,
Voices of song made perfect, every vale
Of English soil and English tongue who thrill,
Shelly, the lark, and Keats, the nightingale.
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