The smooth-worn coin and threadbare classic phrase br Of Grecian myths that did beguile my youth, br Beguile me not as in the olden days: br I think more grief and beauty dwell with truth. br Andromeda, in fetters by the sea, br Star-pale with anguish till young Perseus came, br Less moves me with her suffering than she, br The slim girl figure fettered to dark shame, br That nightly haunts the park, there, like a shade, br Trailing her wretchedness from street to street.