Incipit
The Spirit of Summer. By H.P. Lovecraft. Aerial Nymph, whose jocund sway Can melt our vexing cares away, Whose winsome train the valleys bless With perfume, warmth, and loveliness; From fulgent skies once more appear, To spread thy annual gifts of cheer. Lot nimble Naiads cease their sport, And gather wild-flow’rs for thy court, While graceful Sylphs, admiring, lend Their praises as thy feet descend. How mild the zephyrs from afar Fan with sweet breath thy gliding car; How soft the Fauns of yonder grove, Pleas’d with the sight, affirm their love! Nature, rejoicing, hails thy re …
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