O Helen

O beauty made intense with piercing eyes
And frowning brow; O face made great and wise
By lips in line of compressed anger true
Expressing that fine inmost state of you;
O character in clenching cheeks made taut
With soul of sternest judgment you have wrought;
O priceless more than thoughtless passive face,
Though it be most harmonious, full of grace;
O force of focused, energetic mind,
Most rare, distinct, of non-evasive kind;
O beauty high and highest, so supreme,
What only men of courage dare to dream—
This, O Helen, in glass of ancient Greek,
This the earthly beauty that I seek.

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