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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, / Wood by each Ægean 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!