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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Troy Town
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HEAVENBORN Helen, Sparta`s queen,
(O Troy Town!)
Had two breasts of heavenly sheen,
The sun and moon of the heart`s desire:
All Love`s lordship lay between.
(O Troy`s down,
Tall Troy`s on fire!)
Helen knelt at Venus` shrine,
(O Troy Town!)
Saying, “A little gift is mine,
A little gift for a heart`s desire.
Hear me speak and make me a sign!
(O Troy`s down,
Tall Troy`s on fire!)
“Look, I bring thee a carven cup;
(O Troy Town!)
See it here as I hold it up,—
Shaped it is to the heart`s desire,
Fit to fill when the gods would sup.
(O Troy`s down,
Tall Troy`s on fire!)
“It was moulded like my breast;
(O Troy Town!)
He that sees it may not rest,
Rest at all for his heart`s desire.
O give ear to my heart`s behest!
(O Troy`s down,
Tall Troy`s on fire!)
“See my breast, how like it is;
(O Troy Town!)
See it bare for the air to kiss!
Is the cup to thy heart`s desire?
O for the breast, O make it his!
(O Troy`s down,
Tall Troy`s on fire!)
“Yea, for my bosom here I sue;
(O Troy Town!)
Thou must give it where `tis due,
Give it there to the heart`s desire.
Whom do I give my bosom to?
(O Troy`s down,
Tall Troy`s on fire!)
“Each twin breast is an apple sweet.
(O Troy Town!)
Once an apple stirred the beat
Of thy heart with the heart`s desire:—
Say, who brought it then to thy feet?
(O Troy`s down,
Tall Troy`s on fire!)
“They that claimed it then were three:
(O Troy Town!)
For thy sake two hearts did he
Make forlorn of the heart`s desire.
Do for him as he did for thee!
(O Troy`s down,
Tall Troy`s on fire!)
“Mine are apples grown to the south,
(O Troy Town!)
Grown to taste in the days of drouth,
Taste and waste to the heart`s desire:
Mine are apples meet for his mouth.”
(O Troy`s down,
Tall Troy`s on fire!)
Venus looked on Helen`s gift,
(O Troy Town!)
Looked and smiled with subtle drift,
Saw the work of her heart`s desire:—
“There thou kneel`st for Love to lift!”
(O Troy`s down,
Tall Troy`s on fire!)
Venus looked in Helen`s face,
(O Troy Town!)
Knew far off an hour and place,
And fire lit from the heart`s desire;
Laughed and said, “Thy gift hath grace!”
(O Troy`s down,
Tall Troy`s on fire!)
Cupid looked on Helen`s breast,
(O Troy Town!)
Saw the heart within its nest,
Saw the flame of the heart`s desire,—
Marked his arrow`s burning crest.
(O Troy`s down,
Tall Troy`s on fire!)
Cupid took another dart,
(O Troy Town!)
Fledged it for another heart,
Winged the shaft with the heart`s desire,
Drew the string and said, “Depart!”
(O Troy`s down,
Tall Troy`s on fire!)
Paris turned upon his bed,
(O Troy Town!)
Turned upon his bed and said,
Dead at heart with the heart`s desire—
“Oh to clasp her golden head!”
(O Troy`s down,
Tall Troy`s on fire!)
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