[H]e has issued a firm non-denial denial. “I didn’t write it,” he told The New York Times. “But if I had written it, I would be saying I didn’t write it.”

Tarry, sweet soul, for mine; then fly abreast, As in this glorious and well-foughten field We kept together in our chivalry!

Through the woods, and frosted moors Past the snow-caked hedgerows I Bed down upon the drifting snow Sleep beneath the melting sky.

Coordinate term: UFA