Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
The Greek QuarterJohn Myers OHara
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The philhellene upon the window sees,
And hears the music of Maeonides
Above the roar by trains and traffic flung;
Heroic odes to Argive valour sung.
And softer strains of old idyllic ease;
A solace lure for servile destinies
Unknown to Hellas when the world was young.
I sip the coffee of Demetrios
And listen while my thought is far away;
The swarthy faces of the dim café
Are olive vendors on the shores of Cos;
The wall lamps flicker but I peer across
The blue Ægean sparkling in the day.