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- 0:00Speaker 1: Helen. Thy beauty is to me like those nicean barks
- 0:04Speaker 1: of yore that gently o'er a perfume sea. The weary
- 0:09Speaker 1: way worn wanderer bore to his own native shore on
- 0:14Speaker 1: desperate seas, long wont to Rome. Thy hyacinth hair, thy
- 0:19Speaker 1: classic face, Thy naiad airs have brought me home to
- 0:23Speaker 1: the glory that was Greece and the grandeur that was Rome.
- 0:28Speaker 1: Lo and Yon brilliant window niche, how statue like I me,
- 0:33Speaker 1: thee stand the agate lamp within thy hand. Ah psyche
- 0:39Speaker 1: from the regions which are holy Land,