Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, wayworn 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 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENT THIRTY-SIX by HILDA DOOLITTLE HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: SUNRISE by SIDNEY LANIER TO THE BELOVED by ALICE MEYNELL PICTURES OF MOTHER by STELLA PFEIFFER BAISCH CHARACTERS: WILLIAM ENFIELD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 6. GIUSEPPE CAPONSACCHI by ROBERT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. ABANDON ALL HOPE ALL YE THAT ENTER HERE by EDWARD CARPENTER |