MAID OF ATHENS, ERE WE PART

Maid of Athens,ere we part,
Give, oh give me back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,

By those tresses unconfined,
Wooed by each Ægean wind;
By those lids whose jetty fringe
Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge
By those wild eyes like the roe,
Ζωή μου, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ.

By that lip I long to taste;
By that zone-encircled waist;
By all the token-flowers[4] that tell
What words can never speak so well;
By love's alternate joy and woe,

Maid of Athens! I am gone:
Think of me, sweet! when alone.
Though I fly to Istanbul
Athens holds my heart and soul:
Can I cease to love thee? No!