(Actually nguyên bản, nhưng tôi không biết thêm vào bằng cách nào. Xin chư vị admin giúp đỡ.)

WE have cried in our despair
That men desert,
For some trivial affair
Or noisy, insolent sport,
Beauty that we have won
From bitterest hours;
Yet we, had we walked within
Those topless towers
Where Helen waked with her boy,
Had given but as the rest
Of the men and women of Troy,
A word and a jest.