Cultured Men, of Cultured Women, ready,
eager, to follow you—that Mystic You! into
the Creation of a New Cult, of a New Religion!
In your Poems there is but a trickle of the Mystic
—a flash a dash—as the falling of a Star!
That Edgar Allen Poe Episode, is the Answer.
You were unduly humiliated by that Incident—
—and it was but as Nothing
But your Super-Sensitiveness, made you Suffer!
O! James Whitcomb Riley!