Helen of Troy
XVIII.

Andrew Lan

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Then at the Goddess' name grew Helen pale,

Like golden stars that flicker in the dawn,

Or like a child that hears a dreadful tale,

Or like the roses on a rich man's lawn,

When now the suns of Summer are withdrawn,

And the loose leaves with a sad wind are stirr'd,

Till the wet grass is strewn with petals wan, -

So paled the golden Helen at his word.

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