One day a week we bring out the teacups, make something yummy and lay out the poetry books. While we drink tea and nibble on muffins, we choose a poem to read out loud.
This week, Caleb chose ‘To Helen’ by Edgar Allen Poe.
Helen, thy beauty is to me,
Like those Nicean bark of yore,
That gently, o’er a perfumed sea,
The weary, way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
The hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo! In yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I see thee stand
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy Land.