TO HELEN
by: Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
- ELEN, thy
beauty is to me
- Like those Nicæan barks of yore,
- That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
- The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
- To his own native shore.
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- On desperate seas long wont to roam,
- Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
- Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
- To the glory that was Greece
- And the grandeur that was Rome.
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- Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche
- How statue-like I see thee stand,
- The agate lamp within thy hand!
- Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
- Are Holy Land!
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