Having a coffee today, in Athens, just made me remember reading once this poem by Lord Byron:
Maid Of Athens, Ere We Part
Zoë mou, sas agapo [My life, I love you]
Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, 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, Zoë mou, sas agapo.
By those tresses unconfined,
Woo'd by each Aegean wind;
By those lids whose jetty fringe
Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge;
By those wild eyes like the roe, Zoë mou, sas agapo.
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, Zoë mou, sas agapo. 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! Zoë mou, sas agapo.
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