Maid of Athens! I am gone:

Think of me, sweet! when alone.

Though I fly to Istambol,[13]

Athens holds my heart and soul:

Can I cease to love thee? No!

Ζωή μου, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ.

Athens, 1810.

[First published, Childe Harold, 1812 (4to).]