I once came across a poem in the foreword of a book of Sherlock Holmes stories, a poem about Holmes and Watson and the foggy streets of London, etc., which I haven’t been able find again. I remember just one line from it, describing Holmes and Watson as two “who were never born, and so can never die.” I wish I could read that poem again. Do you know the poem to which I’m referring? What’s the title?
Elementary, my dear friend:
http://sherlockholmes.stanford.edu/images/issue12_finalprob4.jpgHere 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 Emerson Starrett (1886-1974)
Great! Thank you so much!