The Greek Abduction of Helen of Troy

High masts, wind in sails, floating on the ocean; a ship

I look up; the sky is blue, like the water of the sea

My companion, mens' hearts' delight, unwillingly accompanies me

Her love for another, not her husband caused this:

A muscular man, strong and brawny, shields himself.

Goggles of men, bringing prisoners to act as second wife

Though Helen's going back to her first husband

O' lady of shining Titian hair

Must leave this burning Troajn lair

Her eyes; so blue and changeable

Will again look on Menelaus' table

Fair Helen of Sparta with white of skin

Can never see they that were like kin.