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.