For permission to reprint most of the poems in this volume thanks are made to the various magazines and periodicals in which they first appeared. Friend, for the sake of loves we hold in common, The love of books, of paintings, rhyme and fiction; And for the sake of that divine affliction, The love of art, passing the love of woman;-- By which all life's made nobler, superhuman, Lifting the soul above, and, without friction Of Time, that puts failure in his prediction,-- Works to some end through hearts that dreams illumine: To you I pour this Cup of Dreams--a striver, And dreamer too in this sad world,--unwitting Of that you do, the help that still assureth,-- Lifts up the heart, struck do…
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