Published by Leonard & Virginia Woolf at the Hogarth Press 52 Tavistock Square, London, W.C. 1925 The question is more profound and even more literary than may appear. A poem for example: do we gain more or less pleasure from it when we know the name of the poet? The _Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens_, for example. No one knows who wrote _Sir Patrick Spens_. It comes to us out of the northern void like a breath of ice. Set beside it another ballad whose author is known--_The Rime of the Ancient Mariner_. That, too, contains a tragic voyage and the breath of ice, but it is signed Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and we know a certain amount…
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