10. Not on the sea, not on the sea, 11. Full swiftly blew the swift Siroc, And long ere now, with foaming shock, 12. Now thou art safe; nay, long ere now Hast trod the shore of Spain; "Twere hard if ought so fair as thou Should linger on the main. 13. And since I now remember thee Which mirth and music sped; 14. Do thou amidst the fair white walls, At times from out her latticed halls Look o'er the dark blue sea; 15. Then think upon Calypso's isles, 16. And when the admiring circle mark A half-form'd tear, a transient spark Of melancholy grace, 17. Again thou'lt smile, and blushing shun Some coxcomb's raillery; Nor own for once thou thought'st of one, Who ever thinks on thee. 18. Though smile and sigh alike are vain, My spirit flies o'er mount and main, WRITTEN AT ATHENS. JANUARY 16, 1810. THE spell is broke, the charm is flown! Recalls the woes of Nature's charter, And he that acts as wise men ought, But lives, as saints have died, a martyr. 4. But since he cross'd the rapid tide, 5. 'Twere hard to say who fared the best: Sad mortals! thus the Gods still plague you! He lost his labour, I my jest: For he was drown'd, and I've the ague. SONG. Ζώη με, σὰς ἀγαπῶ. (2) ATHENS, 1810. 1. MAID of Athens, ere we part, |