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INCOGNITA IN THE TEMPLE OF THESEUS, by                    
First Line: At athens dwells the woman who hath bound
Last Line: The subtle thrall that made me hers forever.
Subject(s): Athens, Greece; Theseus


AT Athens dwells the woman who hath bound
My spirit with a spell, and made me hers
Long as the warm blood pulses through my veins.
Where stands the fane of Theseus, there she dwells,
Within the shadow of Minerva's shrine.
The cavern dungeon where old Socrates
The hemlock drank; the azure-vaulted Pnyx
Where great Demosthenes the state controlled
With matchless eloquence, are near the spot
Wherein she dwells, while circling round her rise
Her native mountains, smit with roseate gleams.
Between them, gray old olive groves and wealth
Of crimson flowers upon the storied plain,
Whose rocky bourne is silvered by the foam
Of the sapphire sea, lit by the islemen's sails.
And there she dwells of whom I speak, amid
The glories of her native land, how fair.
While seasons change, her beauty changes not;
The fleeting years go on, but still abides
Her power to charm and steal the hearts of men.
Two thousand years have June's soft zephyrs breathed
The rose's perfume on that noble brow,
Two thousand years Hymettus' bees have hummed
To her the blooming of the almond buds,
And still her features wear exquisite grace,
A tenderness ineffable, a smile
So beautiful, that from the first my soul
Was strangely moved, and to myself I thought,
O that those eyes could but return my gaze,
That round my neck those perfect arms would twine.
That I might gather kisses from those lips,
And hear her warble love's delicious strains.
And thus I stood and mused upon her face,
Stirred by a futile longing, while she wove
The subtle thrall that made me hers forever.





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