gs each line will suggest
its own separate touch of melody to the reader who has become accustomed to the cadences. Let him read what he likes read, and sing what he likes sung."
It was during this same visit in Chicago, at `Poetry's' banquet on the evening of March first, 1914, that Mr. Yeats honored Mr. Lindsay by addressing his after-dinner talk primarily to him as "a fellow craftsman", and by saying of `General Booth':
"This poem is stripped bare of ornament; it has an earnest simplicity, a strange beauty, and you know Bacon said, `There is no excellent beauty without strangeness.'"
This recognition from the distinguished Irish poet tempts me to hint
at the cosmopolitan aspects of such racily local art as Mr. Lindsay's.
The subject is too large for a merely introductory word,
but the reader may be invited to reflect upon it. If Mr. Lindsay's poetry should cross the ocean, it would not be the first time
that our most indigenous art has reacted upon the art of older nations. Bes