Swinburne has just written to me to say as follows.
"I am sincerely interested and gratified by your account of Walt Whitman and the assurance of his kindly and friendly feeling towards me: and I thank you, no less sincerely, for your kindness in sending me word of it. As sincerely can I say, what I shall be freshly obliged to you if you will assure him loc_vm.01313_large.jpg of in my name, that I have by no manner of means relaxed my admiration of his noblest works—such parts, above all, of his writings, as treat of the noblest subjects, material and spiritual, with which poetry can deal—I have always thought it, and I believe it will be hereafter generally thought his highest and surely loc_vm.01314_large.jpg most enviable distinction that he never speaks so well as when he speaks of great matters—Liberty, for instance, and Death.
This of course does not imply that I do, or rather it implies that I do not agree with all his theories, or admire all his work in anything like equal measure—a form of admiration which I should by no means desire for myself and am as little loc_vm.01315_large.jpg prepared to bestow on another—considering it a form of scarcely indirect insult"
There! You see how you remain in our hearts—and how simply and grandly Swinburne speaks of you knowing you to be simple and grand yourself.
Will you in return send me for Swinburne a copy of your loc_vm.01310_large.jpg Essay on Poetry—the pamphlet—with your name and his on it—it would please him so much. Before I leave America I must see you again—there is no one in this wide great world of America whom I love and honor so much.
With warm affection, and honorable admiration, Oscar Wilde loc_vm.01311_large.jpg loc_vm.01304_large.jpg from Oscar Wilde | early in '82 see notes Sept 7–8–9 1888 loc_vm.01305_large.jpg