The mood that created them I could never recover.

You now, having yourself published a volume of verse, will be able to recognise the truth of everything I have said here.

Whether you can or not it remains as a hideous truth in the very heart of our friendship.

While you were with me you were the absolute ruin of my art, and in allowing you to stand persistently between Art and myself, I give to myself shame and blame in the fullest degree.

You couldn't appreciate, you couldn't know, you couldn't understand.