I Am Providence: The City that Made H.P. Lovecraft
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I never can be tied to raw new things, For I first saw the light in an old town, Where from my window huddled roofs sloped down To a quaint harbour rich with visionings.
Streets with carved doorways where the sunset beams Flooded old fanlights and small window-panes, And Georgian steeples toppd with gilded vanes - These are the sights that shaped my childhood dreams.
- H.P. Lovecraft (written on his memorial plaque near the entrance to the John Hay Library at Brown University).
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