I must write a sonnet to Flower Face." "It can't be any better poetry than the verses you wrote to me at Lakewood.

They are exquisite.

Mayn't I show them ?" "Please not.

I fancied you would like to keep them just for yourself.
Stay, I have a better name for you.

Flower Soul, that's what you are.
That shall be the theme of my sonnet.