Classic Poem

Paris came to Ida
He grew to slim height
Among the silver-hoofed beasts
Strange notes made his flute
A Phrygian pipe.
He caught all Olympus
In his bent reeds
While his great beasts
Cropped the grass,
The goddesses held the contest
Which sent him among the Greeks
He came before Helen's house
He stood on the ivory steps
He looked upon Helen and brought
Desire to the eyes
That looked back—
The Greeks have snatched up their spears
They have pointed the helms of their ships
Toward the bulwarks of Troy.