I never have any thoughts too beautiful to put in verse: nothing can be too beautiful for it." Cyprian left the conversation at this point.

It was getting more suggestive than interpenetrating, and he thought he might talk the matter over better with Olive.

Just then a little boy came in, and bargained with Gifted for a Jews-harp, which, having obtained, he placed against his teeth, and began playing upon it with a pleasure almost equal to that of the young poet reciting his own verses.
"A little too much like my friend Gifted Hopkins's poetry," Cyprian said, as he left the "store." "All in one note, pretty much.

Not a great many tunes, 'Hi Betty Martin,' 'Yankee Doodle,' and one or two more like them.

But many people seem to like them, and I don't doubt it is as exciting to Gifted to write them as it is to a great genius to express itself in a poem." Cyprian was, perhaps, too exacting.