Edward David Noel Walker
One of the many wonderful poems I learned at Howth Road National school in Dublin, Ireland. When our headmaster ('Jaws' MacIvor)) first read it we were all spellbound. Each of us conjured up our own vision of the Abbot and Ralf the rover.
Thanks Robert Southey and Poemhunter.
I love it, I love it, I have ALWAYS loved it and the deep nostalgia it evokes from my primary school English classes in 1957 at Eidsvold, Queensland, Australia. I still hear my 'bull headed' English teacher rolling every word around in his mouth as though tasting a well matured wine.