"Such is my name, and such my tale. Confessor! to thy secret ear 1320 I breathe the sorrows I bewail, And thank thee for the generous tear This glazing eye could never shed. Then lay me with the humblest dead,[ew] And, save the cross above my head, Be neither name nor emblem spread, By prying stranger to be read, Or stay the passing pilgrim's tread."[123] He passed--nor of his name and race He left a token or a trace, 1330 Save what the Father must not say Who shrived him on his dying day: This broken tale was all we knew[ex] Of her he loved, or him he slew. FOOTNOTES: [55] {85} A tomb above the rocks on the promontory, by some supposed the sepulchre of Themistocles. ["There are," says Cumberland, in his _Observer_, "a few lines by Plato upon the tomb of Themistocles, which have a turn of elegant and pathetic simplicity in them, that deserves a better translation than I can give-- "'By the sea's margin, on the watery strand, Thy monument, Themistocles, shall stand: By this directed to thy native shore, The merchant shall convey his freighted store; And when our fleets are summoned to the fight Athens shall conquer with thy tomb in sight.'" Note to Edition 1832. The traditional site of the tomb of Themistocles, "a rock-hewn grave on the very margin of the sea generally covered with water," adjoins the lighthouse, which stands on the westernmost promontory of the Piræus, some three quarters of a mile from the entrance to the harbour. Plutarch, in his _Themistocles_ (cap. xxxii.), is at pains to describe the exact site of the "altar-like tomb," and quotes the passage from Plato (the comic poet, B.C. 428-389) which Cumberland paraphrases. Byron and Hobhouse "made the complete circuit of the peninsula of Munychia," January 18, 1810.--_Travels in Albania_, 1858, i. 317, 318.] [cg] {86} _Fair clime! where_ ceaseless summer _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_ shine the bright abodes ye seek, Like dimples upon Occan's cheek, So smiling round the waters lave _These Edens of the Eastern wave_. Or _if, at times, the transient breeze_ _Break the_ smooth _crystal of the seas_, _Or_ brush _one blossom from the trees_, _How_ grateful _is each gentle air_ _That wakes and wafts the_ fragrance _there_.--[MS.] ----_the fragrance there_.--[Second Edition.] [56] The attachment of the nightingale to the rose is a well-known Persian fable. If I mistake not, the "Bulbul of a thousand tales" is one of his appellations. [Thus Mesihi, as translated by Sir William Jones--