I was in Greece. It was the hour of noon, And the 'gean wind had dropped asleep Upon Hymettus, and the thymy isles Of Salamis and 'gina lay hung Like clouds upon the bright and breathless sea....
The moon was shining yet. The Orient's brow, Set with the morning star, was not yet dim; And the deep silence which subdues the breath Like a strong feeling, hung upon the world...
When the rose is brightest, Its bloom will soonest die; When burns the meteor brightest, 'T will vanish from the sky. If Death but wait until delight O'errun the heart like wine,...