As the sun climbed over the hilltop my heart grew heavy at the thought of parting with Athens. In a few hours I would be leaving her, perhaps forever. But Athens—Athens over whom I wept—slept on.
I came back to earth and went to Piræus in a very "earthy" electric tram—think of desecrating Athens with a trolley!
TURKEY
The cloud-capp'd towers,
The gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples.
Shakspere, The Tempest,
Act IV, Scene 1, Line 153.