Helen!
Aegean can't ever be sure
Waves in gay, plunder the Trojan shore
Foams revolt a tempest, El Amor.
Like an antic flute from a folklore
In tune the ship dances, so doth this ocean floor
Winds in vain kissing thy crimson, La Amor
Ah! those two lovely eyes that Sirens may deplore.
Helen! soft glows in thine eyes
One valiant Hector dies
Death like a steely blade, in all shine
Yet Love will never cease, to be Divine!
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