I had already met most of the poets of my geion. I had said, soon after the publication of The Wanderings of Usheen, to the editor of a series of shilling reprints, who had set me to pile tales of the Irish fairies, I am growing jealous of other poets, and we will all grow jealous of each other unless we know each other and so feel a share in each others triumph. He was a Welshman, lately a mining engineer, Er Rhys, a writer of Welsh translations and inal poems that have often moved me greatly though I think of no one else who has read them. He was seven ht years older than myself and through his work as editor knew everybody who would pile a book for seven ht pounds. Between us we fouhe Rhymers Club which for some years was to meet every night in an upper room with a sanded floor in an a eating house irand called The Cheshire Cheese. Lionel Johnson, Er Dowson, Victor Plarr, Er Radford, John Davidson, Richard le Gallie. W. Rolleston, Selwyn Image and t……（内容加载失败！）
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