The Slayer of Souls, by Robert W. Chambers

To My Friend George Armsby


Mirror of Fashion.

Admiral of Finance.

Don’t, in a passion.

Denounce this poor Romance;

For, while I dare not hope it might

Enthuse you.

Perhaps it will, some rainy night.

Amuse you.


So, your attention.

In poetry polite.

To my invention

I bashfully invite.

Don’t hurl the book at Eddie’s head

Deep laden.

Or Messmore’s; you might hit instead

Will Braden.


Kahn among Canners.

And Grand Vizier of style.

Emir of Manners.

Accept — and place on file —

This tribute, which I proffer while

I grovel.

And honor with thy matchless Smile

My novel.

R. W. C.

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