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Yea, I shall haunt until the dusk of time The heavy eyelids filled with fleeting dreams. YEA I SHALL HAUNT UNTIL THE DUSK OF TIME THE HEAVY EYELIDS FILLED WITH FLEETING DREAMS
ho hate me now. My dreams are over, I have ceased to cry Against the fate that made men love my mouth And left their spirits all too deaf to hear The little songs that echoed through my soul. I have no anger now. The dreams are done; Yet since the Greeks and Trojans would not see Aught but my body's fairness, till the end, In all the islands set in all the seas, And all the lands that lie beneath the sun, Till light turn darkness, and till time shall sleep, Men's lives shall waste with longing after me, For I shall be the sum of their desire, The whole of beauty, never seen again. And they shall stretch their arms and starting, wake With "Helen!" on their lips, and in their eyes The vision of me. Always I shall be Limned on the darkness like a shaft of light That glimmers and is gone. They shall behold Each one his dream that fashions me anew; -- With hair like lakes that glint beneath the stars Dark as sweet midnight, or with hair aglow Like burnished gold that still retains the fire. REECE AGAIN TO MAKE THE PEOPLE LOVE WHO HATE ME NOW MY DREAMS ARE OVER I HAVE CEASED TO CRY AGAINST THE FATE THAT MADE MEN LOVE MY MOUTH AND LEFT THEIR SPIRITS ALL TO DEAF TO HEAR THE LITTLE SONGS THAT ECHOED THROUGH MY SOUL I HAVE NO ANGER NOW THE DREAMS ARE DONE YET SINCE THE GREEKS AND TROJANS WOULD NOT SEE AUGHT BUT MY BODY'S FAIRNESS TILL THE END IN ALL THE ISLANDS SET IN ALL THE SEAS AND ALL THE LANDS THAT LIE BENEATH THE SUN TILL LIGHT TURN DARKNESS UNTIL TIME SHALL SLEEP MEN'S LIVES SHALL WASTE WITH LONGING AFTER ME FOR I SHALL BE THE SUM OF THEIR DESIRE THE WHOLE OF BEAUTY NEVER SEEN AGAIN AND THEY SHALL STRETCH THEIR ARMS AND STARTING WAKE WITH HELEN ON THEIR LIPS AND IN THEIR EYES THE VISION OF ME ALWAYS I SHALL BE LIMBED ON THE DARKNESS LIKE A SHAFT OF LIGHT THAT GLIMMERS AND IS GONE THEY SHALL BEHOLD EACH HIS DREAM THAT FASHIONS ME ANEW WITH HAIR LIKE LAKES THAT GLINT BENEATH THE STARS DARK AS SWEET MIDNIGHT OR WITH HAIR GLOW LIKE BURNISHED GOLD THAT STILL RETAINS THE FIRE
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