To Helen

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!

by Edgar Allan Poe

Comments (13)

The delivery reciting of this beautiful poem is wrong Too harsh
This was the only poem by E.A.Poe selected for book I have called 100 Greatest Love Poems. Personally, I think Annabel Lee is a far more stirring, if melancholy, love poem, which would show off Poe's talents for the Macabre very well, but this is still very lovely, of course.
On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home Beautiful lines. Adorable.
nice...............................................so nice
It's a real beautiful poetry...so true
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