Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс)

Helen of Troy

  This is the vase of Love
  Whose feet would ever rove
    O'er land and sea;
  Whose hopes forever seek
  Bright eyes, the vermeiled cheek,
    And ways made free.

  Do we not understand
  Why thou didst leave thy land,
    Thy spouse, thy hearth?
  Helen of Troy, Greek art
  Hath made our heart thy heart,
    Thy mirth our mirth.

  For Paris did appear,--
  Curled hair and rosy ear
    And tapering hands.
  He spoke--the blood ran fast,
  He touched, and killed the past,
    And clove its bands.

  And this, I deem, is why
  The restless ages sigh,
    Helen, for thee.
  Whate'er we do or dream,
  Whate'er we say or seem,
    We would be free.

  We would forsake old love,
  And all the pain thereof,
    And all the care;
  We would find out new seas,
  And lands more strange than these,
    And flowers more fair.

  We would behold fresh skies
  Where summer never dies
    And amaranths spring;
  Lands where the halcyon hours
  Nest over scented bowers
    On folded wing.

  We would be crowned with bays,
  And spend the long bright days
    On sea or shore;
  Or sit by haunted woods,
  And watch the deep sea's moods,
    And hear its roar.

  Beneath that ancient sky
  Who is not fain to fly
    As men have fled?
  Ah! we would know relief
  From marts of wine and beef,
    And oil and bread.

  Helen of Troy, Greek art
  Hath made our heart thy heart,
    Thy love our love.
  For poesy, like thee,
  Must fly and wander free
    As the wild dove.

1. Simon Surnamed Peter
2. The City
3. The Idiot
4. In the Car
5. All Life in a Life

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