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"Is this the face that fired a thousand ships, And burned the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen!"

Ah! no, not Helen; Hel—e—n Of old—but L. E. L.; Those letters which the spell-bound pen Have vainly sought to spell.

Not Helen, who so long ago Set Paris in a blaze, But one who laid proud London low, And lit up later days.

Is this your meaning, mystic Three! Handwriting on Fame's wall! Ye thrice fair letters, can ye be    A lady, after all!

How have I wondered what ye meant, Ye alphabetic Graces! And so you really represent One of dear Nature's faces!

Well, how I've guessed! your meaning rare No guessing seemed to touch; Ye riddles! the weird-sisters ne'er    Be-witched me half so much.

One knows the power of D. C. L., The grandeur of K. G.; And F. R. S. will science spell, And valour, G. C. B.

The sage, the schoolboy, both can tell The worth of L. S. D. But then the worth of L. E. L.! All letters told in three!

In vain. I've sought to illustrate Each letter with a word; ’T was only trying to translate The language of a bird.

I've read ye, L. E. L., quite bare; Thus—Logic, Ethics, Lays: Lines, Episodes, and Lyrics fair– I've guessed away my days.