@3Child:@1 GREAT lady, were you Helen long ago? And were you beautiful as all men say? @3Helen:@1 Yea, child, my name was Helen. ...I think so... Helen?. ...I thought of her but yesterday. @3Child:@1 There was a song of Helen. ..."World's Delight," It names her "Heaven Fair" and "Rose Divine." @3Helen:@1 A song?. ...'Tis true one sang to me by night Of Helen's eyes—what color, child, are mine? @3Child:@1 No color, lady. Tell me of that host, So splendid brave, who fought before Troy's town. @3Helen:@1 A host of shadows, child. ...ghost locked with ghost. ... Blows falling light as sea-mist drifting down. ... @3Child@1: Tell of that day which saw great Hector die, Dragged in the dust beneath the echoing gate! @3Helen@1: Hector!...was that his name? I often try To fit the names. ...they slip and change of late. ... @3Child@1: But, lady, you were Helen. ...tell but one Of those famed battles joined to make you free! @3Helen@1: All battles are the same when they are done. ... But Helen, once saw moonlight on the sea. ... @3Child@1: Then tell me of the happy vows you paid When you returned—the crowds, the pageantry! @3Helen@1: Returned, you say?...Returned? But Helen stayed In Troy. ...I know. ...Cease, Child—you trouble me! |