Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. James H. Whitty), “To Helen,” The Complete Poems of Edgar Allan Poe, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1911, p. 134


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[page 134, unnumbered:]

TO HELEN

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,

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Ah! Psyche, from the regions which

Are Holy Land!

 


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Notes:

None.

 

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