Incipit
On Receiving a Picture of Swans. With pensive grace the melancholy Swan Mourns o’er the tomb of luckless Phaeton; On grassy banks the weeping poplars wave, And guard with tender care the wat’ry grave. Would that I might, should I too proudly claim An heav’nly parent, or a god-like fame. When flown too high, and dash’d to depths below, Receive such tribute as a Cygnus’ woe. The faithful bird, that dumbly floats along, Sighs all the deeper for his want of song! H.P. Lovecraft …
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