To Helen By Edgar Allan Poe
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!
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- In this poem, you can find the writer's thought about a woman call Helen. According to writer, she is beautiful and writer's lover. The wirter is comparing beautiful things aroud the world like nature, historical beauty and object that is very simbolistic to the writer with the woman call Helen. His mind twords to Helen is very lovely.
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