Andrew Lang

Helen of Troy Andrew Lang

To all old Friends; to all who dwell Where Avon dhu and Avon gel Down to the western waters flow Through valleys dear from long ago; To all who hear the whisper?d spell Of Ken; and Tweed like music swell Hard by the Land Debatable, Or gleaming Shannon seaward go,? To all old Friends! To all that yet remember well What secrets Isis had to tell, How lazy Cherwell loiter?d slow Sweet aisles of blossom?d May below? Whate?er befall, whate?er befell,