WHERE Helen comes, as falls the dew, Where Helen comes Peace cometh too! From out the golden, western lands, White lilies blooming in her hands, A light of beauty in her face, She passeth on with nameless grace. Before her fly the shades of life -- The darkling, wheeling bats of strife -- They flee her very garments' stir, And greater fear the soul of her; For hath she not the magic touch -- The sesame of loving much? Where'er her morning footsteps pass The daisies sing unto the grass; Soft whispers full of praises sweet Her evening presence rise to greet, And if she go through deserts bare The angels of the heart are there: They find no spot to weave their spells So fair as that where Helen dwells! Where Helen comes, as falls the dew, Where Helen comes Peace cometh too! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO JAMES SMITH by ROBERT BURNS GRASS FINGERS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE SONNET: 53 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AMERICA by SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH IF YOU PLAY A GAME OF CHANCE by WILLIAM BLAKE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 33 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |