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  1. The recent Disney remake of The Beauty and the Beast has an interesting scene where Belle and the Beast are walking in the woods, and Belle quotes a beautiful poem, one that is not too familiar to me at all: A Crystal Forest The air is blue and keen and cold, With snow the roads and fields are white But here the forest's clothed with light And in a shining sheath enrolled. Each branch, each twig, each blade of grass, Seems clad miraculously with glass: Above the ice-bound streamlet bends Each frozen fern with crystal ends. (William Sharp) Then the script writers add their own lines: "For in that solemn silence is heard in the whisper of every sleeping thing: Look, look at me, Come wake me up for still here I'll be." I have never heard of the poet, William Sharp. Apparently he was a friend and admirer of Dante Gabriel Rossetti - his first published work was a memoir of Rossetti. One interesting feature of Sharp's life is that it seems that he developed an obsession for a writer called Edith Rinder. For some reason, this caused him to start writing novels and poems under the pseudonym, Fiona MacLeod. He managed to keep this completely secret, and the true identity of MacLeod was not known until it was revealed by Sharp's wife, Elizabeth after his death.
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