Dedicated to P. P.
Reading edition
("Qui connait son sourire a connu le parfait.")
I NEED no Comments of the Press, No critic's cursory caress, No paragraphs my book to bless With praise, or ban with curses, So long as You, for whom I write, Whose single notice I invite, Are still sufficiently polite To smile upon my verses. If You should seek for Ruthless Rhymes (In memory of Western climes), And, for the sake of olden times, Obtain this new edition, You must not be surprised a bit, Nor even deem the act unfit, That I have dedicated it To You, without permission.
P. T. O.[1]
And if You chance to ask me why, It is sufficient, I reply, That You are You, and I am I,— To put the matter briefly. That I should dedicate to You Can only interest us two; The fact remains, then, that I do, Because I want to—chiefly. And if these verses can beguile From those grey eyes of yours a smile, You will have made it well worth while To seek your approbation; No further meed Of praise they need, But must succeed, And do indeed, If they but lead You on to read Beyond the Dedication. 1901. H. G.