Helen of Troy
XXVII.

Andrew Lan

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So the wind drave them, and the waters bare

Across the great green plain unharvested,

Till through an after-glow they knew the fair

Faint rose of snow on distant Ida's head.

And swifter then the joyous oarsmen sped;

But night was ended, and the waves were fire

Beneath the fleet feet of a dawning red

Or ere they won the land of their desire.

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