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TO HELEN

By
Edgar Allan Poe


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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

To the glory that was Greece

And the grandeur that was Rome.
 

Lo !    in your brilliant window-niche

How statue-like I see thee stand,

The agate lamp within thy hand !

Ah, Psychè !    from the regions which

Are holy land.
 

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