noon
As He strode , the forests trembled To the awe that crowned his brow : As She stepp 'd , the ocean dimpled To the ray that left her smile . `` Welcome hither , fearless warrior ! '' Said a voice in which there slept Thunder-sounds to scatter armies , As a north-wind scatters leaves . `` Welcome hither , wounded sufferer , '' Said a voice of music low As the coo of doves that nestle Under summer boughs at noon . `` Who are ye , O shapes of glory ? '' Ask 'd the wondering living man : Quoth the Man-ghost , `` This is Helen , And the Fair is for the Brave . `` Fairest prize to bravest victor ; Whom doth Greece her bravest deem ? ''