If thou be the daughter of Leda
In whom Zeus once instilled Love,
Come to me dear Helena,
Come to me like the calm of Dove,
With thy kiss seal my fate, by Jove,
In thee will I forever reside
Whence everything barring thou so gross
Float me in thy Holy Tide,
Make me a winged creature
As thou art blessed by Mother true,
Give gentle breeze to my feather
And make me find me only in you.
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Helena
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