Helen of Troy And Other Poems (35)

    Why did you bring me here？ The sand is white with snow, Over the wooden domes¹ The winter sea-winds blow ——There is no shelter near,Come, let us go.

    With foam² of icy lace The sea creeps up the sand, The wind is like a hand That strikes us in the face. Doors that June set a-swing Are bolted long ago； We try them uselessly —— Alas³, there cannot be For us a second spring；Come, let us go.