Helen, thy beauty is to me br Like those Nicean barks of yore, br That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, br The weary, wayworn wanderer bore br To his own native shore. br br On desperate seas long wont to roam, br Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, br Thy Naiad airs have brought me home br To the glory that was Greece br And the grandeur that was Rome.