Daring with my poem 'Special Pleading' to give myself such freedom as I desired, in my own style - Sidney Lanier

On Swinburne - He invited me to eat; the service was silver and gold, but no food therein save pepper and salt.

On William Morris - He caught a crystal cupful of the yellow light of sunset, and persuading himself to dream it wine, drank it with a sort of smile.

Virginal shy lights,
Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper of vows,
When lovers pace timidly down through the green colonnades
Of the dim sweet woods, of the dear dark woods,
Of the heavenly woods and glades,
That run to the radiant marginal sand-beach within
The wide sea-marshes of Glynn.