Edgar Allan Poe To Helen

Milah posted on Jul 26, 2009 at 05:28PM
Again, this was a poem that I wanted to post as an article. But I guess it was too short and they made me post it as a forum. In case you all don't know, this poem is about Helen Whitman, a woman Edgar Allan Poe was having an affair with

Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary, wayworn 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!

Edgar Allan Poe No balas