On the blackened spine of Psara,
Glory, pacing alone,
Broods on her shining heroes;
She crowns her hair with a band Born from the spare, few grasses That are left in the ruined land.


The Destruction of Psara (1825)


On the blackened spine of Psara, Glory, pacing alone, Broods on her shining heroes; She crowns her hair with a band Born from the spare, few grasses...

On the blackened spine of Psara, Glory, pacing alone, Broods on her shining heroes; She crowns her hair with a band Born from the spare, few grasses...

On the blackened spine of Psara, Glory, pacing alone, Broods on her shining heroes; She crowns her hair with a band Born from the spare, few grasses...

On the blackened spine of Psara, Glory, pacing alone, Broods on her shining heroes; She crowns her hair with a band Born from the spare, few grasses...