Helen

Heaped in raven loops and masses Over temples smooth and fair, Have you marked it, as she passes, Night and starlight mingled there,-- Braided strands of midnight air,-- Helen’s hair?

Deep with dreams and moony mazes Of the thought that in them lies, Have you seen them, as she raises Them in question or surprise,-- Two gray gleams of daybreak skies,-- Helen’s eyes?

Fresh as dew and honied wafters Of a music sweet that slips, Have you marked them, brimmed with laughter’s Song and sunshine to their tips,-- Blossoms whence the perfume drips,-- Helen’s lips?

He who sees her needs must love her: But, beware, whoe’er thou art! Lest like me thou shouldst discover Nature overlooked one part, In this masterpiece of art-- Helen’s heart.