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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

When Helen Lived

William Butler Yeats

WE have cried in our despair

That men desert,

For some trivial affair,

Or noisy, insolent sport,

Beauty that we have won

From bitterest hours;

Yet we, had we walked within

Those topless towers

Where Helen walked with her boy,

Had given, but as the rest

Of the men and women of Troy,

A word and a jest.