WHEN HELEN LIVED
 
 WE have cried in our despair
 That men desert,
 For some trivial affair
 Or noisy, insolent sport,
 Beauty that we have won
 From bitterest hours;
 Yet we, had we walked within
 Those topless towers
 Where Helen waked with her boy,
 Had given but as the rest
 Of the men and women of Troy,
 A word and a jest.