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.
Lesbia Harford
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sometimes-i-wish-that-i-were-helen-fair/
