Poem: Maid Of Athens
Author: Lord Byron
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.