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 SKELETON IN ARMOR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THAT HOLY THING by GEORGE MACDONALD SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 110 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TIPPERARY: 5. BY OUR OWN EUGENE FIELD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS STREAMLINERA: OCEAN-LINER by PAULINE JONES BURNS A STORY AT DUSK by ADA CAMBRIDGE ALL SAINTS' DAY (1867) by ADA CAMBRIDGE LINES FROM A NOTEBOOK - OCTOBER/NOVEMBER 1806 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |