No breath of air to break the wave That rolls below the Athenian's grave, That tomb which, gleaming o'er the cliff, First greets the homeward-veering skiff, High o'er the land he saved in vain : When shall such hero live again? -
Fair clime! where every season smiles Benignant o'er those blessed isles, Which, seen from far Colonna's height, Make glad the heart that hails the sight, And lend to loneliness delight. There mildly dimpling, Ocean's cheek Reflects the tints of many a peak Caught by the laughing tides that lave These Edens of the eastern wave; And if at times a transient breeze Break the blue crystal of the seas, Or sweep one blossom from the trees, How welcome is each gentle air
That wakes and wafts the odours there! For there the rose o'er crag or vale, Sultana of the nightingale, 2
The maid for whom his melody, His thousand songs are heard on high, Blooms blushing to her lover's tale: His queen, the garden queen, his rose, Unbent by winds, unchill'd by snows, Far from the winters of the west, By every breeze and season blest, Returns the sweets by nature given, In softest incense back to heaven; And grateful yields that smiling sky Her fairest hue and fragrant sigh. And many a summer flower is there, And many a shade that love might share, And many a grotto, meant for rest, That holds the pirate for a guest; Whose bark in sheltering cove below Lurks for the passing peaceful prow, Till the gay mariner's guitar3 Is heard, and seen the evening star; Then stealing with the muffled oar, Far shaded by the rocky shore, Rush the night-prowlers on the prey, And turn to groans his roundelay. Strange-that where nature loved to trace, As if for gods, a dwelling-place,
And every charm and grace hath mix'd Within the paradise she fix'd,
There man, enamour'd of distress,' Should mar it into wilderness,
And trample, brute-like, o'er each flower That tasks not one laborious hour;
Nor claims the culture of his hand To bloom along the fairy land, But springs as to preclude his care,' And sweetly woos him-but to spare! Strange that where all is peace beside There passion riots in her pride, And lust and rapine wildly reign To darken o'er the fair domain. It is as though the fiends prevail'd Against the seraphs they assail'd,
And, fix'd on heavenly thrones, should dwell The freed inheritors of hell;
So soft the scene, so form'd for joy,
So curst the tyrants that destroy!
He who hath bent him o'er the dead,
Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness,
The last of danger and distress (Before decay's effacing fingers
Have swept the lines where beauty lingers), And mark'd the mild angelic air,
The rapture of repose that's there, The fix'd, yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And-but for that sad shrouded eye,
That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold obstruction's apathy 4 Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart
The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; Yes, but for these, and these alone,
Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd! 5 Such is the aspect of this shore; 'T is Greece, but living Greece no more! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death,
That parts not quite with parting breath; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding ray,
A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away!
Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth,
Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd earth!
Clime of the unforgotten brave! Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was freedom's home or glory's grave! Shrine of the mighty! can it be, That this is all remains of thee? Approach, thou craven crouching slave: Say, is not this Thermopyla? These waters blue that round you lave, Oh servile offspring of the free- Pronounce what sea, what shore is this? The gulf, the rock of Salamis !
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