Pillared arch and sculptured tower
Of Ilium have had their hour;
The dust of many a king is blown
On the winds from zone to zone;
Many a warrior sleeps unknown.
Time and Death each hold in thrall,
Yet is Love the lord of all;
Still does Helen's beauty stir
Because a poet sang of her!
More verses by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
- On Reading William Watson's Sonnet Entitled The Purple East
- Sea Longings
- Threnody
- The Poets
- In Westminster Abbey