And easy the proof and plain to be seen;
For the sum of all beauty had Helen surveyed,
Yet of him, as fairest, her choice she made,
Who all the honor of Troy’s towers destroyed.
No thought of child or parent dear alloyed
Her love. Its distant dearness led her far astray;
For ever ’tis easy to bend a woman’s way,
If only she hold lightly what is near.
See to it thou, Anactoria dear,
That, parted, we thy memory still shall share