To Helen

To Helen Edgar Allen Poe helen，thy beauty is to me like those nicèan 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!