Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Edgar Allan Poe. 1809–1849694. To Helen
| HELEN, thy beauty is to me | |
| Like those Nicèan barks of yore | |
| That gently, o’er a perfumed sea, | |
| The weary way-worn wanderer bore | |
| To his own native shore. | 5 |
| On desperate seas long wont to roam, | |
| Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, | |
| Thy Naiad airs have brought me home | |
| To the glory that was Greece, | |
| And the grandeur that was Rome. | 10 |
| Lo, in yon brilliant window-niche | |
| How statue-like I see thee stand, | |
| The agate lamp within thy hand, | |
| Ah! Psyche, from the regions which | |
| Are holy land! | 15 |