IMRA! thy form is vanished <br />From the proud and patriot band; <br />Imra! thy voice is silent, <br />'Mongst the voices of the land. <br />And bravely hast thou fallen; <br />In joy didst thou depart; <br />Their chains shall never bind thee, <br />Young hero of my heart! <br /> <br />But with thee the dream is over <br />That bound my soul so long; <br />And the words of fame and glory <br />Have vanished from my song: <br />My heart which bounded proudly <br />Is as sad as sad can be; <br />I thought it beat for freedom, <br />But I feel it beat--for thee. <br /> <br />I thought the victory's triumph <br />Would have made my soul rejoice, <br />But that was when I listened <br />To the music of thy voice. <br />The dreams of fame and conquest, <br />Of my country being free; <br />What love were they to Zoë, <br />But most blessed dreams of thee? <br /> <br />It is past--thy voice may never <br />Speak of triumph, or of love; <br />And the bright hope that was burning <br />Hath flown with thee above. <br />This earth contains no dwelling, <br />No land of rest for me; <br />When Hellas was my country, <br />I dwelt in it with thee!<br /><br />Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-greek-girl-s-lament-for-her-lover/
