That’s beautiful. My dad could recite stanza after stanza of Kipling when I was a kid. And “The Highwaymn, the Highwayman came riding up to the old Inn door...”
He’d learned these poems and committed them to memory in his teens and could still recite them when he was in his fifties.
I can do that. Kipling is a favorite. I've been reading my grandkids some of his stories for kids.
/johnny