This is Helen, who will launch no ships, tho she is fair; Who will burn no towers tho the flame's in her hair. But she will light certain swift fires that run in the veins, She'll launch desires that are exquisite pains. It is too bad no king or no poet was there To see what I saw framed in smouldering hair, That troubling profile and parted lips, They are worth burned towers and tossing ships. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WALT WHITMAN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ON THE PROSPECT OF PLANTING ARTS AND LEARNING IN AMERICA by GEORGE BERKELEY SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THEOLOGY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON A TREE FALLEN ACROSS THE ROAD (TO HEAR US TALK) by ROBERT FROST TO THE THAWING WIND by ROBERT FROST |