Helen in  General   

All Greece hates
the still eyes in the white face,
the lustre of the olives
where she stands,
and the white hands.

All Greece reviles
the wan face when she smiles,
hating it deeper still
when it grows wan and white,
remembering past enchantments
and past ills.

Greece sees unmoved,
God's daughter, born of love,
the beauty of cool feet
and slenderest knees,
could love indeed the maid,
only if she were laid,
white ash amid funeral cypresses.

By H. D.

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Other poems by H. D.:

• At Baia
• Eurydice
• Fragment Sixty-eight
• Garden
• Heat
• Helen
• Helen In Egypt
• Leda
• Let Zeus
• Mid-Day
• Never More Will The Wind
• Pear Tree
• Sea Poppies
• Sea Rose
• Sheltered Garden
• Song
• Stars Wheel in Purple