TO HELEN
IF wandering in a wizard’s car
Through yon blue ether, I were able
To fashion of a little star
A taper for my Helen’s table;—
“What then?” she asks me with a laugh—
Why, then, with all heaven’s lustre glowing,
It would not gild her path with half
The light her love o’er mine is throwing.
Winthrop Mackworth Praed.