Some poetry just feels as if it was destined to be written from the beginning of time. Check out this from Lord Byron:
"Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed
That knows his rider. Welcome, to their roar!"
(Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto 3, 2).
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