Ἑλένη - Poem by John May
She's as the ancients always said:
And O, those ruby lips of red
(As red as Trojan wine) .
But vengeance is a cruel device-
Paris breached the bed!
Now Menelaus raging forth
Won't stop ‘til he is dead.
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