| Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912. |
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| Edgar Allan Poe. 1809–1849 |
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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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