Text: Edgar Allan Poe, “To Helen [‘Thy Beauty is to me . . .’]” (Text-05a), Saturday Museum (Philadelphia), February 25, 1843, p. 1, col. 5


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­[page 1, column 5, continued:]

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:

This poem is quoted as part of a biographical article on Poe.

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