if i were but helen, and you paris of troy,
you would've swept me from the lovely hills of lacedaemon.
sailed me off and away in the racing deep-sea ships
and we would be locked in love on rocky island.
and if i were helen of sparta and you the prince of troy,
we would never have left the sun-specked, dreamy piece of floating land,
and set sail for tumultuous troy, protected by her ancient walls
and lord apollo, archer of the sky.
but we did.
and there was nothing to how i hunger for you now -
irresistible longing lays me low.
but if you could,
and i will burn.