To Helen
If wandering in a wizard's car
—Through yon blue ether, I were able
To fashion of a little star
—A taper for my Helen's table;—
“What then?” she asks me with a laugh—
—Why, then, with all heaven's luster glowing,
It would not gild her path with half
—The light her love o'er mine is throwing!
—Through yon blue ether, I were able
To fashion of a little star
—A taper for my Helen's table;—
“What then?” she asks me with a laugh—
—Why, then, with all heaven's luster glowing,
It would not gild her path with half
—The light her love o'er mine is throwing!
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