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[This etext has been transcribed from the original edition, which was published in New York in 1911.]
Helen of Troy And Other Poems
By Sara Teasdale?Author of "Sonnets to Duse, and Other Poems"
To Marion Cummings Stanley
Contents
Helen of Troy?Beatrice?Sappho?Marianna Alcoforando?Guenevere?Erinna?Love Songs
Song?The Rose and the Bee?The Song Maker?Wild Asters?When Love Goes?The Wayfarer?The Princess in the Tower?When Love Was Born?The Shrine?The Blind?Love Me?The Song for Colin?Four Winds?Roundel?Dew?A Maiden?"I Love You"?But Not to Me?Hidden Love?Snow Song?Youth and the Pilgrim?The Wanderer?I Would Live in Your Love?May?Rispetto?Less than the Cloud to the Wind?Buried Love?Song?Pierrot?At Night?Song?Love in Autumn?The Kiss?November?A Song of the Princess?The Wind?A Winter Night?The Metropolitan Tower?Gramercy Park?In the Metropolitan Museum?Coney Island?Union Square?Central Park at Dusk?Young Love?Sonnets and Lyrics
Primavera Mia?Soul's Birth?Love and Death?For the Anniversary of John Keats' Death?Silence?The Return?Fear?Anadyomene?Galahad in the Castle of the Maidens?To an Aeolian Harp?To Erinna?To Cleis?Paris in Spring?Madeira from the Sea?City Vignettes?By the Sea?On the Death of Swinburne?Triolets?Vox Corporis?A Ballad of Two Knights?Christmas Carol?The Faery Forest?A Fantasy?A Minuet of Mozart's?Twilight?The Prayer?Two Songs for a Child?On the Tower
Helen of Troy and Other Poems
Helen of Troy
Wild flight on flight against the fading dawn?The flames' red wings soar upward duskily.?This is the funeral pyre and Troy is dead?That sparkled so the day I saw it first,?And darkened slowly after. I am she?Who loves all beauty -- yet I wither it.?Why have the high gods made me wreak their wrath --?Forever since my maidenhood to sow?Sorrow and blood about me? Lo, they keep?Their bitter care above me even now.?It was the gods who led me to this lair,?That tho' the burning winds should make me weak,?They should not snatch the life from out my lips.?Olympus let the other women die;?They shall be quiet when the day is done?And have no care to-morrow. Yet for me?There is no rest. The gods are not so kind?To her made half immortal like themselves.?It is to you I owe the cruel gift,?Leda, my mother, and the Swan, my sire,?To you the beauty and to you the bale;?For never woman born of man and maid?Had wrought such havoc on the earth as I,?Or troubled heaven with a sea of flame?That climbed to touch the silent whirling stars?And blotted out their brightness ere the dawn.?Have I not made the world to weep enough??Give death to me. Yet life is more than death;?How could I leave the sound of singing winds,?The strong sweet scent that breathes from off the sea,?Or shut my eyes forever to the spring??I will not give the grave my hands to hold,?My shining hair to light oblivion.?Have those who wander through the ways of death,?The still wan fields Elysian, any love?To lift their breasts with longing, any lips?To thirst against the quiver of a kiss??Lo, I shall live to conquer Greece again,?To make the people love, who hate me now.?My dreams are over, I have ceased to cry?Against the fate that made men love my mouth?And left their spirits all too deaf to hear?The little songs that echoed through my soul.?I have no anger now. The dreams are done;?Yet since the Greeks and Trojans would not see?Aught but my body's fairness, till the end,?In all the islands set in all the seas,?And all the lands that lie beneath the sun,?Till light turn darkness, and till time shall sleep,?Men's lives shall waste with longing after me,?For I shall be the sum of their desire,?The whole of beauty, never seen again.?And they shall stretch their arms and starting, wake?With "Helen!" on their lips, and in their eyes?The vision of me. Always I shall be?Limned on the darkness like a shaft of light?That glimmers and is gone. They shall behold?Each one his dream that fashions me anew; --?With hair like lakes that glint beneath the stars?Dark as sweet midnight, or with hair aglow?Like burnished gold that still retains the fire.?Yea, I shall haunt until the dusk of time?The heavy eyelids filled with fleeting dreams.
I wait for one who comes with sword to slay --?The king I wronged who searches for me now;?And yet he shall not slay me. I shall stand?With lifted head and look within his eyes,?Baring my breast to him and to the sun.?He shall not have the power to stain with blood?That whiteness -- for the thirsty sword shall fall?And he shall cry and catch me in his arms,?Bearing me back to Sparta on his breast.?Lo, I shall live to conquer Greece again!
Beatrice
Send out the singers -- let the room be still;?They have not eased my pain nor brought me sleep.?Close out the sun, for I would have it dark?That I may feel how black the grave will be.?The sun is setting, for the light is red,?And you are outlined in a golden