TRIOLET.

A nosegay of roses white

Stands on my loved one’s table.

Would I were they tonight,

A nosegay of roses white,

Placed on her brow so bright,

To deck her tresses sable.

A nosegay of roses white,

Stands on my loved one’s table.

This is how it was printed:

A nosegay of roses white

Is quite a pretty sight,

Upon my loved one’s table.

(Far better than in a stable.)

It would be pleasant quite

To be those roses white

And deck her tresses sable—

That is if I were able.

You see much of the poetic effluvia was lost when it had been edited.

A very witty novelist, author of a novel, by the way, said an awfully

bright thing to me the other day. He was speaking of the way that certain

houses had of sending you a postal saying your manuscript would receive

attention. “That,” said he, “keys you up to concert pitch. But there

isn’t any concert generally. Your manuscript is refunded: that’s all.” I

had to laugh, it was so witty.

A well known poet told me the other day that an editor should be a judge

of good poetry. Said he, “when an editor cuts two or three lines out of

your sonnet to a wild flower or a wild animal, or anything whatever, and

retains the distinguishing label, it is like passing off XX milk for the

XXX article and the real connoisseur is justly indignant. An honest and

self respecting poet wishes to give full measure in his sonnets and it is

an injury to his moral character that the editor works when he palms off

ten or a dozen for the usual fourteen or fifteen lines of a sonnet.”

Poets are not practical. Why didn’t he write that out himself and sell it

for a dollar a line instead of giving me the chance?

I’m an editor myself in a small way.

I ask celebrated authors, actors, preachers, presidents, doctors,

lawyers, generals, naval officers and the like to send in any old

thing they happen to have on the hook and then I have it beautifully

illustrated and print it just as it is; no matter how bad it is, I never

change a line. It’s a matter of principal—not to say of interest. For

above all things I wish to be honest and successful.

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