Periods' are largely an invention of the historians. The poets themselves are not conscious of living in any period and refuse to conform to the scheme.
Let's pray that the human race never escapes from Earth to spread its iniquity elsewhere. C. S. Lewi
Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.
How difficult it is to avoid having a special standard for oneself.
He's wild, you know. Not like a tame lion.