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[[. . . .]] Some of his best pieces,
among others the subjoined lines to Helen, which were composed two
years previously.
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TO HELEN.
Helen, thy beauty is
to me
Like those Nicéan barks of yore
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary, wayworn 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 that 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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These
lines, by a boy of fourteen, will compare favorably with any written,
at any age, by any poet whatsoever.
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