My soul is a flame astream!
Zeus, strike swift from the raging skies,
That I may die with my dream!
He waked and saw two hounds, tugging their leash,
Burst through the covert, and heard laughter bell
Like a clear stream as Helen followed them.
They drank, were quiet. Itys stood at gaze; Itys
Seeing in all things one miraculous face, Beholds
And how her tunic left one bright breast bare, Helen
And how she smoothed her hair back with one hand....