As Helen Once
The east unrolled a sheet of gold,
Gold for river and flower and limb;
As Helen once to Paris was
Was I to him.
All things gold fade gray and old,
Even the sun of love grows dim;
As Helen now to Paris is
Gold for river and flower and limb;
As Helen once to Paris was
Was I to him.
All things gold fade gray and old,
Even the sun of love grows dim;
As Helen now to Paris is
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