But once in Lippincott's he wrote unseen!
XXI
Ah, my Belovèd, write the Book that clears
To-day of dreary Debt and sad Arrears;
To-morrow!—Why, To-morrow I may see
My Nonsense popular as Edward Lear's.
XXII
For some we've read, the month's Six Selling Best
The Bookman scored with elephantine Jest,
Have sold a half a Million in a Year,