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Helen in her silent room	A
Weaves upon the upright loom	A
Weaves a mantle rich and dark	B
Purpled over deep But mark	B
How she scatters o'er the wool	C
Woven shapes till it is full	C
Of men that struggle close complex	D
Short clipp'd steeds with wrinkled necks	D
Arching high spear shield and all	E
The panoply that doth recall	E
Mighty war such war as e'en	F
For Helen's sake is waged I ween	F
Purple is the groundwork good	G
All the field is stained with blood	H
Blood poured out for Helen's sake	I
Thread run on and shuttle shake	I
But the shapes of men that pass	J
Are as ghosts within a glass	J
Woven with whiteness of the swan	F
Pale sad memories gleaming wan	F
From the garment's purple fold	K
Where Troy's tale is twined and told	K
Well may Helen as with tender	L
Touch of rosy fingers slender	L
She doth knit the story in	F
Of Troy's sorrow and her sin	F
Feel sharp filaments of pain	F
Reeled off with the well spun skein	F
And faint blood stains on her hands	M
From the shifting sanguine strands	M
Gently sweetly she doth sorrow	N
What has been must be to morrow	N
Meekly to her fate she bows	O
Heavenly beauties still will rouse	P
Strife and savagery in men	F
Shall the lucid heavens then	F
Lose their high serenity	Q
Sorrowing over what must be	Q
If she taketh to her shame	R
Lo they give her not the blame	R
Priam's wisest counselors	S
Aged men not loving wars	T
When she goes forth clad in white	U
Day cloud touched by first moonlight	U
With her fair hair amber hued	V
As vapor by the moon imbued	V
With burning brown that round her clings	W
See she sudden silence brings	W
On the gloomy whisperers	W
Who would make the wrong all hers	W
	-
So Helen in thy silent room	A
Labor at the storied loom	A
Thread run on and shuttle shake	I
Let thy aching sorrow make	I
Something strangely beautiful	X
Of this fabric since the wool	C
Comes so tinted from the Fates	W
Dyed with loves hopes fears and hates	W
Thou shalt work with subtle force	W
All thy deep shade of remorse	W
In the texture of the weft	V
That no stain on thee be left	V
Ay false queen shalt fashion grief	Y
Grief and wrong to soft relief	Y
Speed the garment It may chance	W
Long hereafter meet the glance	W
Of Onone when her lord	V
Now thy Paris shall go t'ward	V
Ida at his last sad end	V
Seeking her his early friend	V
Who alone can cure his ill	Z
Of all who love him if she will	Z
It were fitting she should see	W
In that hour thine artistry	W
And her husband's speechless corse	W
In the garment of remorse	W
But take heed that in thy work	A2
Naught unbeautiful may lurk	A2
Ah how little signifies	W
Unto thee what fortunes rise	W
What others fall Thou still shalt rule	B2
Still shalt work the colored crewl	B2
Though thy yearning woman's eyes	W
Burn with glorious agonies	W
Pitying the waste and woe	N
And the heroes falling low	N
In the war around thee here	C2
Yet that exquisitest tear	D2
'Twixt thy lids shall dearer be	W
Than life to friend or enemy	W
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There are people on the earth	E2
Doomed with doom of too great worth	E2
Look on Helen not with hate	V
Therefore but compassionate	V
If she suffer not too much	F2
Seldom does she feel the touch	F2
Of that fresh auroral joy	G2
Lighter spirits may decoy	G2
To their pure and sunny lives	W
Heavy honey 't is she hives	W
To her sweet but burdened soul	B2
All that here she doth control	B2
What of bitter memories	W
What of coming fate's surmise	W
Paris' passion distant din	F
Of the war now drifting in	F
To her quiet idle seems	W
Idle as the lazy gleams	W
Of some stilly water's reach	H2
Seen from where broad vine leaves pleach	H2
A heavy arch and looking through	I2
Far away the doubtful blue	I2
Glimmers on a drowsy day	V
Crowded with the sun's rich gray	V
As she stands within her room	A
Weaving weaving at the loom	A

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