My dear Swinburne, accept the unequal exchange--my brass for your gold. Your _Poems and Ballads_ began to teach the Philistine what might there is in the music of language, and what marvel of lyric inspiration, far subtler and more ethereal than poetry, means to the mind of man. In return for this Swinburne dedicated to him _Poems and Ballads_, Second Series. Inscribed to Richard F. Burton in redemption of an old pledge and in recognition of a friendship which I must always count among the highest honors of my life. It was nine years before then, when they were together in the south of France, that Swinburne was seized by a severe illness; and, as he assured me, it was Burton who, with more than a woman's care and devotion, restored him to health. The pledge--it was not the covenant sealed between the two greatest, the two most passionate, lovers in the world, Iseult and Tristan, on the deck of that ship which was the ship of Life, the ship of Death, in the mere drinking of wine out of a flagon, which, being of the nature of a most sweet poison, consumed their limbs and gave intoxication to their souls and to their bodies--but a pledge in the wine Swinburne and Burton drank in the hot sunshine:-- For life's helm rocks to windward and lee, And time is as wind, and waves are we, And song is as foam that the sea-waves fret, Though the thought at its heart should be deep as the sea. It was in July, 1869, that Swinburne joined the Burtons and Mrs. Sartoris at Vichy. As I have never forgotten Swinburne's wonderful stories about Burton--besides those on Rossetti and Mazzini--I find in a letter of his to his mother words he might really have altered. If you had seen him, when the heat and the climb and the bothers of travelling were too much for me--in the very hot weather--helping, waiting on me--going out to get me books to read in bed--and always kind, thoughtful, ready, and so bright and fresh that nothing but a lizard (I suppose that is the most insensible thing going) could have resisted his influence--I feel sure you would like him (you remember you said you didn't) and then--love him, as I do. I never expect to see his like again--but him I do hope to see again, and when the time comes to see him at Damascus as H.B.M. Consul.