Helen 2002-05-08

Upon the threshold, shielding eyes,
you look out as the cloudy skies
give way beneath a sudden glow:
a blinding sun that daily grows.

'twas always there; at last you see
how high you soar when your soul runs free.

The Grecian Helen was said to be
a beauty rare, yet even she
cannot compare to such as thee.
And so I swear, upon my creed:

Live thy life, be as thou wilt,
and thy name shall be inscribed in gilt.