Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicéan barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn 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!
Songs from Poe
Song Cycle by Elliott Griffis (1893 - 1967)
?. To Helen  [sung text not yet checked]
- by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1849), "To Helen", written 1831 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Mallarmé) , "Stances à Hélène"