'We have forgotten Paris...'

I reckon it's time for a poem. Here is one by Janet Lewis (wife of the eminent poet and critic Yvor Winters), who is perhaps best remembered for her classic novel The Wife of Martin Guerre, but was also an accomplished poet, active across six decades. In 'Helen Grown Old', she wonders what became of Helen of Troy, reunited (in Homer's account) with Menelaus, after the Trojan war and the death of Paris...Helen Grown OldWe have forgotten Paris, and his fate.We have not much inquiredIf Menelaus from the Trojan gateReturning found the long desiredImmortal beauty by his hearth. Then late,Late, long past the morning hour,Could even she recapture from the dawnThe young delightful love? When the dread powerThat forced her will was gone,When fell the last charred tower,When the last flame had faded from the cloud,And by the darkening seaThe plain lay empty of the armèd crowd, Then was she freeWho had been ruled by passion blind and proud?Then did she find with him whom first she choseBefore…