Arcadia (Lovecraft)

by H.P. Lovecraft

By Head Balledup

O give me the life of the village,
      Uninhibited, free, and sweet;
The place where the arts all flourish,
      Grove Court and Christopher Street.

I am sick of the old conventions,
      And critics who will not praise,
So sing ho for the open spaces,
      And aesthetes with kindly ways.

Here every bard is a genius,
      And artists are Raphaels,
And above the roofs of Patchin Place
      The Muse of Talent dwells.