'who goes there ?..cried will sentry to the flying moon.'

..you know, i had a friend, deceased now for a decade or more...died youngish...an irishman...first time i met him he borrowed money off me...anyway...he literally was reduced to moist eyed tenderness whenever he heard any of this kind of poetry...any kind of random associations put him into a reve....came to canada when he was 12 years old from limerick and small as he was played hockey for st mikes...didn't take 30 years before 'life' destroyed him...he couldn't STAND the inherent cruelty in daily commerce....and yet he was tough..."tough as J.B. miss" in all the other ways...