MAID OF ATHENS.

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

Ζώη μου, σάς ἀγαπῶ.*

By those tresses unconfined,

Woo'd by each

gean wind;

By those lids whose jetty fringe

Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge;

By those wild eyes like the roe,

Ζώη μοῦ, σάς ἀγαπῶ.

By that lip I long to taste;

By that zone-encircled waist;

By all the token-flowers that tell

What words can never speak so well;

By love's alternate joy and woe,

Ζώη μοῦ, σάς ἀγαπῶ.

Maid of Athens! I am gone :

Think of me, sweet! when alone.

Though I fly to Istambol,

Athens holds my heart and soul :

Can I cease to love thee?

Ζώη μου, σάς ἀγαπῶ.

* My life, I love you.

No!