My Frazzled Heart

A challenge from Victoria over at dVerse is to write an erasure poem this is a form of poetry created by erasing words from an existing text in prose or verse and framing the result on the page as a poem.
Here is my attempt.

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give me back my heart
and take the rest
before I go
those wild eyes
never speak so well
woe, woe
I am gone
I cease to love thee

Pat R

10/27/17

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This is where it came from and the link:

Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, O, give me back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
Zóë mou, sas ágapo
(My life, I love thee)

By those tresses unconfined,
Wooed by each Ægean wind;
By those lids whose jetty fringe
Kiss thy soft cheeks’ blooming tinge;
By those wild eyes like the roe,
Zóë mou, sas ágapo
(My life, I love thee)

By that lip I long to taste;
By that zone-encircled waist;
By all the token-flowers that tell tell
What words can never speak so well;
By love’s alternate joy and woe, woe,
Zóë mou, sas ágapo
(My life, I love thee)

Maid of Athens! I am gone:
Think of me, sweet! when alone.
Though I fly to Istambol,
Athens holds my heart and soul:
Can I cease to love thee? No! No!
Zóë mou, sas ágapo
(My life, I love thee)

By Lord Byron

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