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.
Dedicated on the Centennial of his birth,
August 20, 1990
by the City of Providence
and Friends of H. P. Lovecraft
Providence was the site of the 1986 and 1999 World Fantasy Conventions.