To Helen-（1831）Helen，thy beauty is to meLike those Nicean barks of yore,That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,The weary,wayworn wanderer boreTo his own native shore.On desperate seas long wont to roam,Thy hyacinth hair,thy classic face,Thy Naiad airs have brought me homeTo the glory that was GreeceAnd the grandeur that was Rome.下面是Tom Hanks沒有背的Lo!in yon brilliant window-nicheHow statue-like I see thee stand,The agate lamp within thy hand!Ah,Psyche,from the regions whichAre Holy Land!