By the way, I found this version on bartleby.com (they have loads of poetry).
Helen of Troy by the English Pre-Raphaelite painter Evelyn De Morgan - 1898. |
THE western wind is blowing fair | |
Across the dark Ægean sea, | |
And at the secret marble stair | |
My Tyrian galley waits for thee. | |
Come down! the purple sail is spread, | 5 |
The watchman sleeps within the town, | |
O leave thy lily-flowered bed, | |
O Lady mine come down, come down! | |
She will not come, I know her well, | |
Of lover’s vows she hath no care, | 10 |
And little good a man can tell | |
Of one so cruel and so fair. | |
True love is but a woman’s toy, | |
They never know the lover’s pain, | |
And I who loved as loves a boy | 15 |
Must love in vain, must love in vain. | |
O noble pilot tell me true | |
Is that the sheen of golden hair? | |
Or is it but the tangled dew | |
That binds the passion-flowers there? | 20 |
Good sailor come and tell me now | |
Is that my Lady’s lily hand? | |
Or is it but the gleaming prow, | |
Or is it but the silver sand? | |
No! no! ’tis not the tangled dew, | 25 |
’Tis not the silver-fretted sand, | |
It is my own dear Lady true | |
With golden hair and lily hand! | |
O noble pilot steer for Troy, | |
Good sailor ply the labouring oar, | 30 |
This is the Queen of life and joy | |
Whom we must bear from Grecian shore! | |
The waning sky grows faint and blue, | |
It wants an hour still of day, | |
Aboard! aboard! my gallant crew, | 35 |
O Lady mine away! away! | |
O noble pilot steer for Troy, | |
Good sailor ply the labouring oar, | |
O loved as only loves a boy! | |
O loved for ever evermore! |
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