"I get a little tired of it at moments, because I am just too old for Romance. But there it is: there it wonderfully is: heaven on earth, the ideal life, little work, dancing and singing and eating, naked people of incredible loveliness, perfect manners, and immense kindliness, a divine tropic climate, and intoxicating beauty of scenery. " - In a letter to to Edward Marsh - November, 1913
English poet, a wellborn, gifted, handsome youth whose early death in World War I contributed to his idealised image in the interwar period.
