EVENINGS IN GREECE. IN thus connecting together a series of Songs by a thread of poetical narrative, my chief object has been to combine Recitation with Music, so as to enable a greater number of persons to join in the performance, by enlisting as readers those who may not feel willing or competent to take a part as singers. The Island of Zea where the scene is laid was called by the ancients Ceos, and was the birthplace of Simonides, Bacchylides, and other eminent persons. An account of its present state may be found in the Travels of Dr. Clarke, who says, that "it appeared to him to be the best cultivated of any of the Grecian Isles." Vol. vi. p. 174. T. M. EVENINGS IN GREECE. FIRST EVENING. "THE sky is bright — the breeze is fair, "And the mainsail flowing, full and free "Our farewell word is woman's prayer, "And the hope before us - Liberty! "Farewell, farewell. "To Greece we give our shining blades, "And our hearts to you, young Zean Maids! "The moon is in the heavens above, "And the wind is on the foaming sea 66 Thus shines the star of woman's love "On the glorious strife of Liberty! "Farewell, farewell. "To Greece we give our shining blades, "And our hearts to you, young Zean Maids!" Thus sung they from the bark, that now Turned to the sea its gallant prow, Where still the farewell beacons burn, Friends that shall many a day look o'er The long, dim sea for their return. Virgin of Heaven! speed their way Oh, speed their way, the chosen flower, Of Zea's youth, the hope and stay Of parents in their wintry hour, you. Home to your chambers! home, and pray The Crescent from the Ægean deep, There is a Fount on Zea's isle, Round which, in soft luxuriance, smile All the sweet flowers, of every kind, On which the sun of Greece looks down, Pleased as a lover on the crown His mistress for her brow hath twined, When he beholds each floweret there, Himself had wisht her most to wear; Here bloomed the laurel-rose,1 whose wreath Hangs radiant round the Cypriot shrines, 1 "Nerium Oleander. In Cyprus it retains its ancient name, Rhododaphne, and the Cypriots Dishevelled, o'er her azure bed; All these bright children of the clime, (Each at its own most genial time, The summer, or the year's sweet prime,) Like beautiful earth-stars, adorn The Valley where that Fount is born: While round, to grace its cradle green, Groups of Velani oaks are seen Towering on every verdant height — Tall, shadowy, in the evening light, Like Genii set to watch the birth Of some enchanted child of earthFair oaks that over Zea's vales, Stand with their leafy pride unfurled; While Commerce from her thousand sails Scatters their fruit throughout the world! 4 That on the maiden's mirror rests, Not swifter, lighter from the glass, Than sadness from her brow doth pass. Soon did they now, as round the Well They sat, beneath the rising moonAnd some with voice of awe would tell Of midnight fays and nymphs who dwell In holy founts - while some would tune Their idle lutes that now had lain That many a nymph tho' pleased Reproached her own forgetful smile, And sighed to think she could be gay. Among these maidens there was one Who to Leucadia 5 late had been 5 Now Santa Maura the island, from whose cliffs Sappho leaped into the sea. Had stood beneath the evening sun Mutely they listened all and well Did the young travelled maiden tell Of the dread height to which that steep Beetles above the eddying deep 1Of the lone sea-birds, wheeling round The dizzy edge with mournful sound And of those scented lilies 2 found Still blooming on that fearful place As if called up by Love to grace The immortal spot o'er which the last Bright footsteps of his martyr past! While fresh to every listener's thought Thus sketched the languishment of soul, Undying, even beneath the wave, Burn on thro' Time and ne'er expire. SONG. As o'er her loom the Lesbian Maid In love-sick languor hung her head, Unknowing where her fingers strayed, She weeping turned away, and said, "Oh, my sweet Mother- 't is in vain "I cannot weave, as once I wove 1 "The precipice, which is fearfully dizzy, is about one hundred and fourteen feet from the water, which is of a profound depth, as appears from the dark blue color and the eddy that plays round the pointed and projecting rocks. Goodisson's Ionian Isles. 2 See Mr. Goodisson's very interesting description of all these circumstances. Of some lost melody, some strain Of other times, whose faded trace She sought among those chords again, Slowly the half-forgotten theme (Tho' born in feelings ne'er forgot) Came to her memory -as a beam Falls broken o'er some shaded spot; And while her lute's sad symphony Filled up each sighing pause between; And Love himself might weep to see What ruin comes where he hath been As withered still the grass is found Where fays have danced their merry round Thus simply to the listening throng 3 I have attempted, in these four lines, to give some idea of that beautiful fragment of But some there were among the group Of damsels there too light of heart To let their spirits longer droop, Even under music's melting art; And one upspringing with a bound From a low bank of flowers, looked round With eyes that tho' so full of light Had still a trembling tear within; Had sung to her the eve before The Feast of May on the sea-shore. Sappho, beginning yλureîa pârep, which represents so truly (as Warton remarks) "the languor and listlessness of a person deeply in love." SONG. WHEN the Balaika 1 Is heard o'er the sea, Thou 'lt dance the Romaika My own love, with me. Then at the closing The moon leave the skies, We'll talk by the shining Of each other's eyes. Oh then how featly The dance we 'll renew,' Treading so fleetly Its light mazes thro': 3 Till stars, looking o'er us From heaven's high bowers, Would change their bright chorus For one dance of ours! When the Balaika Is heard o'er the sea, Thou 'It dance the Romaika, My own love, with me. 1 This word is defrauded here, I suspect, of a syllable; Dr. Clarke, if I recollect right, makes it "Balalaika." 2 "I saw above thirty parties engaged in dancing the Romaika upon the sand; in some of these groups, the girl who led them chased the retreating wave." - Douglas on the Modern Greeks. 3 "In dancing the Romaika [says Mr. Douglas] they begin in slow and solemn step till they have gained the time, but by degrees the air becomes more sprightly; the conductress of the dance sometimes setting to her partner, sometimes darting before the rest, and leading them through the most rapid revolutions; sometimes crossing under the hands, which are held up to let her pass, and giving as much liveliness and intricacy as she can to the figures, into which she conducts her companions, while their business is to follow her in all her movements, without breaking the chain, or losing the measure." |