Poemata Minora
Volume II
by H. P. Lovecraft
Published September 1902
---To The
Gods, Heros, & Ideals
Of The
ANCIENTS
This Volume is Affectionately
DEDICATED
By
A
GREAT
ADMIRER
---I submit to the publik these idle lines, hoping they will please.
They form a sort of series, with my Odyssey, Iliad, Aeneid, and the like.
---Ode to Selene or Diana
Immortal Moon, in maiden splendour shine;
Dispense thy beams, divine Latona's child.
Thy silver rays all grosser things define,
And hide harsh Truth in sweet illusion mildl.
In thy soft light, the city of unrest
That stands so squalid in thy brother's glare,
Throws off its habit, and in silence blest,
Becomes a vision, sparkling bright and fair.
The modern world,with all its care and pain
The smokey streets, the loathsome clanging mills,
Face 'neath thy breams, Selene, and again
We dream as shepherds on Chaldea's hills.
Take heed, Diana, of my humble plea;
Convey me where my happiness can last,
Draw me against the tide of Time's rought sea,
And let my sprirt rest amidst the past.
To the Old Pagan Religion
Olympian gods! how can I let ye go,
And pin my faith to this new Christian creed?
Can I resign the deities I know,
for him who on a cross for man did bleed?
How in my weakness can my hopes depend
On one lone god, tho' mighty be his pow'r?
Why can Jove's host no more assistance lend,
To Soothe my pain, and cheer my troubled hour?
Are there no dryads on these wooded mounts
O'er which I oft in desolation roam?
Are there no naiads in these crystal founts
Or nereids upon the ocean foam?
Fast spreads the new; the older faith declines;
The name of Christ resounds ...
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