That he could, that he could. When I am in my best Rumpolian form before a jury of some client's peers, I like to quote Yeats, and this poem in particular if the jury be "of an age".
Its a damnable shame that children aren't taught poetry anymore. Maybe that's one of the reasons society has become so coarse and common these days.
The 'orrible brat child bankrupted us by going to a private school (K-8) which was full of assemblies and performances and recitations and whatnot. I'll never forget a dramatized production of Horatio at the Bridge. And then to hear one of the 8th grade boys doing "I know a bank where the wild thyme grows" in a class production of Midsummer Nights Dream? AWESOME!
Meantime at the local gummint school they were teaching 4th grade girls go-go dancing!