As Christmas snows (as yet a poet's trope)
Call back one's bygone days of youth and hope,
Four metrick lines I send-they're quite enough-
Tho' once I fancy'd I could write the stuff!
More verses by Howard Phillips Lovecraft
- Festival
- Ode For July Fourth, 1917
- On Reading Lord Dunsany's Book Of Wonder
- On Receiving A Picture Of Swans
- St. John