Sometimes I wish that I were Helen-fair

Sometimes I wish that I were Helen-fair
And wise as Pallas,
That I might have most royal gifts to pour
In love's sweet chalice.
Then I reflect my dear love is no god
But mortal only
And in this heavenly wife might deem himself
Not blest, but lonely.

poem by Lesbia Harford
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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