We shall have an arrangement made of some sort, it appears.

Mr.Forster wants me to add some new poems to my new edition, in order to secure the copyright under the new law.

But as the law does not act backwards, I don't see how new poems would save me.

They would just sweep out the new poems--that's all.

One or two lyrics could not be made an object, and in those two thick volumes, nearly bursting with their present contents, there would not be room for many additions.