Freshness of Greece
It’s the beautiful, very important, one would possibly virtually say mental, freshness of Greece which, between Europe and Asia, preserves its everlasting dewdrops— these dewdrops which nonetheless make it the land of the early morning.
Your carriage turns to the precise, and in a second you might be driving alongside the shore of a sea with out wave and even ripple. Within the distance, throughout the purple water, is the calm mountain of the island of y£gina. Over there, alongside the curve of the sandy bay, are the clustering homes of previous Phalerum. That is new Phalerum, with its picket bath-houses, its one nice lodge, its kiosks and cafes, its shadeless plage, abandoned now apart from one previous gentleman who, like virtually each Greek everywhere in the nation, is at this second studying a newspaper within the solar.
Is there any particular attraction in new Phalerum, naked of bushes, a little bit cockney of facet, any distinctive magnificence on this bay? When you have got bathed there just a few occasions, when you have got walked alongside the shore within the quiet night, respiration the beautiful air, when you have got dined in a restaurant of previous Phalerum constructed out into the ocean, and are available again by boat via the silver of a moon to the little tram station whence you come to Athens, you’ll in all probability discover that there’s. And from what different bay are you able to see the temple of the Parthenon as you see it from the bay of Phalerum ?
The Acropolis as on a throne
You’ve gotten your first imaginative and prescient of it now, as you look away from the ocean, lifted very excessive on its nice rock of the Acropolis as on a throne. Although far off, however its majesty is actually the identical, casts the identical great affect upon you right here because it does whenever you stand on the very toes of its mighty columns. Without delay you understand, not due to the legend of greatness attaching to it, or due to the historic associations clinging about it, however merely due to the sensation in your personal soul roused by its white silhouette on this morning hour, that the soul of Greece—everlasting majesty, supreme greatness, divine calm, and that remoteness from which, maybe, no good factor, both God-made or, due to God’s breath in him, man-made, is wholly exempt —is lifted excessive earlier than you underneath the cloudless heaven of daybreak.
It’s possible you’ll even notice directly and perpetually, as you ship in your carriage and stand for some time fairly alone on the sands, gazing, that to you the soul of Greece should all the time appear to be Doric. From afar the Doric conquers.