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To Helen I saw thee once - once only - years ago: I must not say how many - 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 through heaven, There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,... Poet: Edgar Allan Poe	To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicæan barks of yore, That gently, o’er a perfumed sea, The weary, wayworn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy... Poet: Edgar Allan Poe	Helen Keller mute, sightless visitant, From what uncharted world Hast voyaged into Life’s rude sea, With guidance scant; As if some bark mysteriously Should hither glide, with spars aslant And sails all furled! In what... Poet: Edmund Clarence Stedman	Helen The autumn seems to cry for thee, Best lover of the autumn days! Each scarlet-tipped and wine-red tree, Each russet branch and branch of gold, Gleams through its veil of shimmering haze, And seeks thee as they sought of old: For all the glory... Poet: Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
Helen Hunt Jackson What songs found voice upon those lips, What magic dwelt within the pen, Whose music into silence slips, Whose spell lives not again! For her the clamorous to-day The dreamful yesterday became; The brands upon dead hearths that lay... Poet: Ina Coolbrith	Where Helen Sits Where helen sits, the darkness is so deep, No golden sunbeam strikes athwart the gloom; No mother’s smile, no glance of loving eyes, Lightens the shadow of that lonely room. Yet the clear whiteness of her radiant soul Decks the dim walls, like... Poet: Laura Elizabeth Richards	Where Helen Comes Where Helen comes, as falls the dew, Where Helen comes Peace cometh too! From out the golden, western lands, White lilies blooming in her lands, A light of beauty in her face, She passeth on with nameless grace. Before her fly the shades of life—... Poet: John Jerome Rooney	Helen - U. Valentine She sits within the white oak hall, Hung with the trophies of the chase— Helen, a stately maid and tall, Dark-haired and pale of face; With drooping lids and eyes that brood, Sunk in the depths of some strange mood, She gazes in the fireplace... Poet: Edward A
To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicæan barks of yore, That gently, o’er a perfumed sea, The weary, wayworn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy... Poet: Edgar Allan Poe	Fair Helen I Wish I were where Helen lies; Night and day on me she cries; O that I were where Helen lies On fair Kirconnell lea! Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt,... Poet: Anonymous