Where piled rocks testify

The holy dust, and from Therapnai's hold

Over the rippling wold

Didst look upon Amyklai's, where sunrise

First dawned in Helen's eyes,

Take up thy tale, good poet, strain thine art

To sing her rendered heart,

Given last to him who loved her first, nor swerved

From loving, but was nerved

To see through years of robbery and shame

Her spirit, a clear flame,

Eloquent of her birthright. Tell his peace,

And hers who at last found ease

In white-arm'd Heré, holy husbander

Of purer fire than e'er

To wife gave Kypris. Helen, and Thee sing

In whom her beauties ring,

Fair body of fair mind fair acolyte,

Star of my day and night!

18th September 1912.[3]

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