Two years later, he was to publish Myrtle, Rue, And Cypress, a somewhat longer collection. He dedicated it to the extraordinary pre-Raphaelite painter Simeon Solomon, who had been arrested ten years earlier for homosexual activity in a public toilet, and who had begun his long and sad journey into public opprobrium and alcoholism. It was also dedicated to one of Eric’s cousins, Arvid Stenbock, with whom he had had a close relationship — one close enough to be looked on disapprovingly by his family — and also to Charles Bertram Fowler, the sixteen-year-old son of an Oxfordshire clergyman, who had died of consumption in 1880. The contents of the poems are desolate, suicidal, spectral and supernatural, and Eric’s love of young men is increasingly evident, as is the darkness that surrounded him. Once more, no reviews are known.