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III
INVOCATIONS
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INVOCATIONS
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Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean 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
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To the glory that was Greece
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And the grandeur that was Rome.
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Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I see thee stand!
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The agate lamp within thy hand,
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
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Are Holy Land!
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Notes:
None.
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[S:0 - SW94, 1895] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - To Helen (Stedman and Woodberry, 1895)