English poetry -- 19th century -- History and criticism; Pre-Raphaelitism in literature
"It was moulded like my breast;
(O _Troy Town!_)
He that sees it may not rest,
Rest at all for his heart's desire.
O give ear to my heart's behest!
(O _Troy's down!_
_Tall Troy's on fire!_)
"See my breast, how like it is;
(O _Troy Town!_)
See it bare for the air to kiss!
Is the cup to thy heart's desire?
O for the breast, O make it his!
(_O Troy's down!_
_Tall Troy's on fire!_)
"Yea, for my bosom here I sue;
(_O Troy Town!_)
Thou must give it where 'tis due,
Give it there to the heart's desire.
Whom do I give my bosom to?
(O _Troy's down!_
_Tall Troy's on fire!_)
"Each twin breast is an apple sweet!
(O _Troy Town!_)
Once an apple stirred the beat
Of thy heart with the heart's desire:--
Say, who brought it then to thy feet?
(O _Troy's down!_
_Tall Troy's on fire!_)
"They that claimed it then were three:
(O _Troy Town!_)
For thy sake two hearts did he
Make forlorn of the hearths desire.
Do for him as he did for thee!
(_O Troy's down!_
_Tall Troy's on fire!_)
"Mine are apples grown to the south,
(_O Troy Town!_)
Grown to taste in the days of drouth,
Taste and waste to the heart's desire:
Mine are apples meet for his mouth!"
(O _Troy's down!_
_Tall Troy's on fire!_)
Venus looked on Helen's gift,
(O _Troy Town!_)
Looked and smiled with subtle drift,
Saw the work of her heart's desire:--
"There thou kneel'st for Love to lift!"
(O _Troy's down!_
_Tall Troy's on fire!_)
Venus looked in Helen's face,
(O _Troy Town!_)
Knew far off an hour and place,
And fire lit from the heart's desire;
Laughed and said, "Thy gift hath grace!"
(O _Troy's down!_
_Tall Troy's on fire!_)
Cupid looked on Helen's breast,
(O _Troy Town!_)
Saw the heart within its nest,
Saw the flame of the heart's desire,--
Marked his arrow's burning crest.
(O _Troy's down!_
_Tall Troy's on fire!_)
Cupid took another dart,
(O _Troy Town!_)
Fledged it for another heart,
Winged the shaft with the heart's desire,
Drew the string, and said "Depart!"
(_O Troy's down!_
_Tall Troy's on fire!_)
Paris turned upon his bed,
(_O Troy Town!_)
Turned upon his bed, and said,
Dead at heart with the heart's desire,--
"O to clasp her golden head!"
(_O Troy's down!_
_Tall Troy's on fire!_)
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