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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, 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, / To the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo! in yon brilliant window niche / How statue-like I me thee stand, / The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which / Are Holy Land!