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A gallant Galehot,
he said,
'I'm going
to conjure
Romantic
poets in
verses as
shades
from the
dead.'
Dipping quill
in rivulets
and
budding
boreal
blooms,
he sang
a soul
of craven moors,
ragged-perched
rooks and
winter-end
thaws;
eglantine issued
in floral-fleet
inks
on the
page.
he said,
'I'm going
to conjure
Romantic
poets in
verses as
shades
from the
dead.'
Dipping quill
in rivulets
and
budding
boreal
blooms,
he sang
a soul
of craven moors,
ragged-perched
rooks and
winter-end
thaws;
eglantine issued
in floral-fleet
inks
on the
page.
A fancy, perhaps? Homeric allusion, too, since we recently finished the so-called 'Book of the Dead' in The Odyssey. 
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he sang
a soul
of craven moors,
This part totally got me, for some reason. I can't explain.
a soul
of craven moors,
This part totally got me, for some reason. I can't explain.