Arcadia (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.