[00:14.85]Helen thy beauty is to me
[00:21.33]Like those Nicean barks of yore
[00:28.62]That gently o'er a perfumed sea
[00:35.94]The weary way-worn wanderer bore
[00:44.40]To his own native shore
[00:51.12]On desperate seas long wont to roam
[00:57.36]Thy hyacinth hair thy classic face
[01:05.31]Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
[01:11.10]To the glory that was Greece
[01:14.61]And the grandeur that was Rome
[01:36.51]Lo!in yon brilliant window-niche
[01:40.53]How statue-like I see thee stand
[01:51.72]The agate lamp within thy hand!
[01:54.27]Ah Psyche from the regions which
[02:03.24]Are Holy Land!
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