𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩- 𝙰 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝘛𝘰 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯- 𝘌𝘥𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘗𝘰𝘦 (𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯)

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!

Note from the collector: This poem has two different versions, this is the shorter one. I will include the longer one next.