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George Byron MAID OF ATHENS Maid of Athens, here we part, Give, oh, give back my heart! Or, since that has left my breast, Keep it now, and take the rest! Hear my vow before I go, Ζωή μου, σ’ αγαπώ! By those tresses unconfined, Wooed by each Aegean wind; By those lids whose jetty fringe Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge; By those wild eyes like the roe, Ζωή μου, σ’ αγαπώ! 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, Ζωή μου, σ’ αγαπώ! Maid of Athens! I am gone: Think of me, sweet! When alone. Though I fly to Istanbul, Athens holds my heart and soul: Can I cease to love thee? No! Ζωή μου, σ’ αγαπώ! (my Life, I love you)

MAID OF ATHENS

Maid of Athens, here we part,
Give, oh, give back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
Ζωή μου, σ’ αγαπώ!
By those tresses unconfined,
Wooed by each Aegean wind;
By those lids whose jetty fringe
Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge;
By those wild eyes like the roe,
Ζωή μου, σ’ αγαπώ!
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,
Ζωή μου, σ’ αγαπώ!
Maid of Athens! I am gone:
Think of me, sweet! When alone.
Though I fly to Istanbul,
Athens holds my heart and soul:
Can I cease to love thee?
No!
Ζωή μου, σ’ αγαπώ! (my Life, I love you)