Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (18381915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912. |
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Edgar Allan Poe. 18091849 |
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91. To Helen |
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HELEN, thy beauty is to me | |
Like those Nicæan barks of yore, | |
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, | |
The weary, wayworn wanderer bore | |
To his own native shore. | 5 |
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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. | 10 |
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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! | 15 |
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