The Promise of Helen
WHOM hast thou longed for most,True love of mine?Whom hast thou loved and lost?Lo, she is thine!
She that another wedBreaks from her vow;She that hath long been deadWakes for thee now.
Dreams haunt the hapless bed,Ghosts haunt the night,Life crowns her living head,Love and Delight.
Nay, not a dream nor ghost,Nay, but Divine,She that was loved and lostWaits to be thine!