Helen of Troy

Nora Hopper Chesson

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1871 to 1906

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I am that Helen, that very Helen 
Of Leda, born in the days of old: 
Men's hearts were as inns that I might dwell in: 
Houseless I wander to-night, and cold. 

Because man loved me, no God takes pity: 
My ghost goes wailing where I was Queen! 
Alas! my chamber in Troy's tall city, 
My golden couches, my hangings green! 

Wasted with fire are the halls they built me, 
And sown with salt are the streets I trod, 
Where flowers they scattered and spices spilt me- 
Alas, that Zeus is a jealous God! 

Softly I went on my sandals golden j 
Of love and pleasure I took my fill; 
With Paris' kisses my lids were holden, 
Nor guessed I, when life went at my will, 
That the Fates behind me went softlier still. 

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