H. P. Lovecraft

THE COMPLETE POETRY of H. P. Lovecraft
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Part I. Juvenilia (1887-1905)

Poemata Minora, Volume II

Written: 1902

First Published in:
“Ode to Selene or Diana” (as “To Selene”). The Tryout, Vol. 5, No. 4 (April 1919), Page 18
“To the Old Pagan Religion” (as “The Last Pagan Speaks”). The Tryout, Vol. 5, No. 4 (April 1919), Page 17
“On the Ruin of Rome”. A Winter Wish. Chapel Hill, NC: Whispers Press, 1977, Page 150
“To Pan” (as “Pan”). The Tryout, Vol. 5, No. 4 (April 1919), Page 16
“On the Vanity of Human Ambition”. A Winter Wish. Chapel Hill, NC: Whispers Press, 1977, Page 143

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 mild.
 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 it’s care & pain,
 The smoky streets, the hideous clanging mills,
 Face ’neath thy beams, Selene, and again
 We dream like shepherds on Chaldæa’s hills.
 Take heed, Diana, of my humble plea.
 Convey me where my happiness may last.
 Draw me against the tide of time’s rough sea
 And let my sprirt rest amid 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, though 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?
 Nor Nereids upon the Ocean foam?
 Fast spreads the new; the older faith declines.
 The name of (...)
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