But what is that to me?
Because the thought comes icy;
That bird you never knew—
It's not your bird or pear tree,
And what is it to you?
Edwin Markham
(who, though he had to lay a cornerstone, unveil a bust of somebody, give two lectures and write encouraging introductions to the works of five young poets before catching the three-ten for Staten Island, offered his reaction in a benevolent and unhurried manner.)