To Helen
helen ,thy beauty is to me
like those nicean barks of yore
that gentley,o'er a perfumed sea
that 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 .
o in your brillant window_niche
how statute-like i see thee stand
the agate lamp within thy hand
ah psyche ,from the regions which
are holy land