HELENE par Paul VALERY

Azure, tis I, come from Elysian shores

To hear the waves break on sonorous steps,

And see again the sunrise full of ships

Rising from darkness upon golden oars.


My solitary arms call on the kings
Whose salty beards amused my silver hands.
I wept; they sang of triumphs in far lands,
And gulfs fled backward upon watery wings.


I hear the trumpet and the martial horn
That wield the rhythm of the beating blade,
The song of rowers binding the tumult.


And the gods! exalting on the prow with scorn
Their ancient smile that the slow waves insult,
Hold out their sculptured arms to my sad shade. From the French of Paul Valéry

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