Who is the Public I write for?
Men 'neath an Indian sky
Cynical, seedy and dry,
Are these then the people I write for?
No, not I.
How should they know whom I write for
Papers that Praise me or scoff?—
More than six thousand miles off
Lives the dear Public I write for,
Under an English sky.
Will she look at the rhymes I have written?
Send me a long letter back,
Telling in plain white and black
All that she thinks of the rhymes I have written?
Let her reply .