Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, O, 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 AEgean wind; By those lids whose jetty fringe Kissd thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge; By those wild eyes like the roe, 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, 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? No! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JACQUERIE: SONG. THE HOUND by SIDNEY LANIER LOVE AND TIME by WALTER RALEIGH MONT BLANC; LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE STOLEN CHILD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS RENEWAL by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD A MOTHER'S HEART by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER WRESTLING by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON LES HALLES D'YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FIGHT! (HARVARD-DARTMOUTH FOOTBALL GAME, 1908) by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |