(To W. R. N.)
In my last winter by Atlantic seas,
How often, when the long day's task was through,
I found, in nights of friendliness with you,
The quiet corner of the scholar's ease;
While you explored the Orphic liturgies,
Or old Pythagoras' mystic One and Two,
Or heartened me with Plato's larger view,
Or the world-epic of Empedocles:
It cost you little; but such things as these,
When man goes inland, following his star--
When man goes inland where the strangers are--
Build him a house of goodly memories:
So take this book in token, and rejoice
That I am richer having heard your voice.
W. E. L.
MADISON. WIS., Dec. 1906.