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 .