large/1281/shortpoetry_027_librivox_64kb_mp3/helen_of_troy_teasdale_sv_64kb_15
large/1281/shortpoetry_027_librivox_64kb_mp3/helen_of_troy_teasdale_sv_64kb
English
1281
Always I shall be Limned on the darkness like a shaft of light That glimmers and is gone. ALWAYS I SHALL BE LIMBED ON THE DARKNESS LIKE A SHAFT OF LIGHT THAT GLIMMERS AND IS GONE
 my hands to hold, My shining hair to light oblivion. Have those who wander through the ways of death, The still wan fields Elysian, any love To lift their breasts with longing, any lips To thirst against the quiver of a kiss? Lo, I shall live to conquer Greece 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 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. PRING I WILL NOT GIVE THE GRAVE MY HANDS TO HOLD MY SHINING HAIR TO LIGHT OBLIVION HAVE THOSE WHO WANDER THROUGH THE WAYS OF DEATH THE STILL WAN FIELDS ELYSIAN AND YE LOVE TO LIFT THEIR BREASTS WITH LONGING ANY LIPS TO THIRST AGAINST THE QUIVER OF A KISS LO I SHALL LIVE TO CONQUER GREECE 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
large/1281/shortpoetry_027_librivox_64kb_mp3/helen_of_troy_teasdale_sv_64kb
file
download/librilight/large/1281/shortpoetry_027_librivox_64kb_mp3/helen_of_troy_teasdale_sv_64kb.flac