An appropriate poem therefore embracing the Anglo-Greek affinity. None better than from British romantic and hero in Greece, #LordByron.
Background: George Gordon, the Lord Byron is one of the great British poets of the period known as the “Romantic Movement” in writing. He is famously linked to Greece where he is revered by many Greeks as a national hero. This, Byron earned after he partly funded and joined the Greek War of Independence fighting the Ottomans. He survived the war but then succumbed to a fever contracted while in #Missolonghi at the tender age of 36. He is buried in the parish church at #Hucknall, #Notts. Lord Byron: 22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824.
Maid of Athens, ere we part, Ζωή μου, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ.
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, Ζωή μου, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ.
By those tresses unconfined, Wooed by each Ægean wind; By those lids whose jetty fringe Kiss thy soft cheeks’ blooming tinge; By those wild eyes like the roe, Ζωή μου, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ.
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, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ.
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! Ζωή μου, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ.
Below a Portrait of the dashing Lord Byron by Richard Westall. Byron rebelled against the straight laced society in Britain and went into self imposed exile in Europe. He was known for his extraordinary love affairs with both men and women and achieved so much else in his short life. Pic courtesy of wikipedia.