Paul Valéry: Helen
It is I, O Azure, come from the caves below
To hear the waves clamber the loudening shores,
And see those barks again in the dawn’s glow
Borne out of darkness, swept by golden oars.
My solitary hands call back the lords
Whose salty beards beguiled my finger-tips;
I wept. They sang the prowess of their swords
And what great bays fled sternward of their ships.
I hear the martial trumpets and the deep-
Sea conches cry a cadence to the sweeps;
The oarsmen’s chantey holds the storm in sway;
And high on the hero prows the Gods I see,
Their antique smiles insulted by the spray,
Reaching their carved, indulgent arms to me.