Helen of Tyre by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Lyrics

What phantom is this that appears
Through the purple mist of the years,
       &nbsp Itself but a mist like these?
A woman of cloud and of fire;
It is she; it is Helen of Tyre,
       &nbsp The town in the midst of the seas.

O Tyre! in thy crowded streets
The phantom appears and retreats,
       &nbsp And the Israelites that sell
Thy lilies and lions of brass,
Look up as they see her pass,
       &nbsp And murmur "Jezebel!"

Then another phantom is seen
At her side, in a gray gabardine,
       &nbsp With beard that floats to his waist;
It is Simon Magus, the Seer;
He speaks, and she pauses to hear
       &nbsp The words he utters in haste.
He says: "From this evil fame,
From this life of sorrow and shame,
       &nbsp I will lift thee and make thee mine;
Thou hast been Queen Candace,
And Helen of Troy, and shalt be
       &nbsp The Intelligence Divine!"

Oh, sweet as the breath of morn,
To the fallen and forlorn
       &nbsp Are whispered words of praise;
For the famished heart believes
The falsehood that tempts and deceives,
       &nbsp And the promise that betrays.

So she follows from land to land
The wizard's beckoning hand,
       &nbsp As a leaf is blown by the gust,
Till she vanishes into night.
O reader, stoop down and write
       &nbsp With thy finger in the dust.

O town in the midst of the seas,
With thy rafts of cedar trees,
       &nbsp Thy merchandise and thy ships,
Thou, too, art become as naught,
A phantom, a shadow, a thought,
       &nbsp A name upon men's lips.