WHERE Helen comes, as falls the dew, Where Helen comes Peace cometh too! From out the golden, western lands, White lilies blooming in her hands, A light of beauty in her face, She passeth on with nameless grace. Before her fly the shades of life -- The darkling, wheeling bats of strife -- They flee her very garments' stir, And greater fear the soul of her; For hath she not the magic touch -- The sesame of loving much? Where'er her morning footsteps pass The daisies sing unto the grass; Soft whispers full of praises sweet Her evening presence rise to greet, And if she go through deserts bare The angels of the heart are there: They find no spot to weave their spells So fair as that where Helen dwells! Where Helen comes, as falls the dew, Where Helen comes Peace cometh too! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN THE KING OF SPAIN by MAXWELL BODENHEIM AN ODE TO THE FRAMERS OF THE FRAME BILL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW THE VALSE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |