"To Helen" Edgar Allan Poe
Helen! Your beauty to me
is like the sailing boat of Nicea in the past,
gently floating on the fragrant sea.
Take the tired wanderer
Sail to the coast of his hometown.
I have long been accustomed to wandering on the sea of ??despair for a long time,
your long purple-blue hair, your elegant face,
and your fairy-like appearance in the water Her graceful grace leads me back,
to the glory of Greece,
to the glory of Rome!
Look! In the exquisite and gorgeous window niche there,
you stand like a statue,
the agate lamp shines brightly in your hand.
Ah! Beauty incarnated by soul,
Wherever you come is the Holy Land!
"To Helen" 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,
< p>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!