helen - Popular Poems and stories from category

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From heavy dreams fair Helen rose,
And eyed the dawning red:"Alas, my love, thou tarriest long
O art thou false or dead

I saw thee once &mdash once only &mdash years ago:
I must not say how many &mdash but not many
It was a July midnight; and from out A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
Sought a precipitate pathway up t...