Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. J. A. Harrison), “To Helen,” The Complete Works of Edgar Allan PoeVol. VII: Poems (1902), p. 46


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[page 46:]

TO HELEN.

HELEN, thy beauty is to me

Like those Nicéan barks of yore,

That gently, o’er a perfumed sea,

The weary way-worn wanderer bore

To his own native shore.

 

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.

 

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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Notes:

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