Maid of Athens, ere we part, <br />Give, oh give me back my heart! <br />Or, since that has left my breast, <br />Keep it now, and take the rest! <br />Hear my vow before I go, <br />Zoë mou, sas agapo! <br /> <br />By those tresses unconfined, <br />Wood by each Ægean wind; <br />By those lids whose jetty fringe <br />Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge; <br />By those wild eyes like the roe, <br />Zoë mou, sas agapo! <br /> <br />By that lip I long to taste; <br />By that zone encircled waist; <br />By all the token-flowers that tell <br />What words can never speak so well; <br />By love's alternate joy and woe. <br />Zoë mou, sas agapo! <br /> <br />Maid of Athens! I am gone: <br />Think of me, sweet! when alone. <br />Though I fly to Istambol, <br />Athens holds my heart and soul: <br />Can I cease to love thee? No! <br />Zoë mou, sas agapo!<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maid-of-athens-ere-we-part-2/
