Classic Poem

Still dreaming of the love that she had had,
A little weary and a little sad,
Now back with Menelaus these long years,
Quite broken, no rebellion left but tears,
Helen sat caged in domesticity....
Yet in her heart was all the shining sea,
All the green earth, and hosts of marching men —
And she was living her white youth again.
" I have you surely now " thought Menelaus,
" Paris is dead, and can no more betray us,
And we grow old, and you have only me —
Behold, how great a thing is constancy! "