To Ianthe
by Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)

Past ruined Ilion Helen lives,
   Alcestis rises from the shades;
Verse calls them forth; ’tis verse that gives
   Immortal youth to mortal maids.

Soon shall Oblivion’s deepening veil
   Hide all the peopled hills you see,
The gay, the proud, while lovers hail
   These many summers you and me.

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