Re: SHSI A poem on 221B by Vincent Starret.
- Why need a comment.Sure it is superb!. Note the words which brings our
minds to those days of hansoms, gaslights and fog!
thank you for giving me this!
On 11 June 2012 08:45, sumalsn <no_reply@...> wrote:
> Dear Holmesians,
> A wonderful poem on Sherlock Holmes by Vincent Starret, author of " The
> Private Life of Sherlock Holmes".Members may comment on the poem.
> Here dwell together still two men of note
> Who never lived and so can never die:
> How very near they seem, yet how remote
> That age before the world went all awry.
> But still the game's afoot for those with ears
> Attuned to catch the distant view-halloo:
> England is England yet, for all our fears�
> Only those things the heart believes are true.
> A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane
> As night descends upon this fabled street:
> A lonely hansom splashes through the rain,
> The ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet.
> Here, though the world explode, these two survive,
> And it is always eighteen ninety-five.
> � Vincent Starrett
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