The mood of the poem is gloomy and desperate.

The girl in the poem Is already old and want to comeback with her memories when she was still young.

'Oh, my sweet mother, 'tis in vain, I cannot weave as once I wove, So wildered is my heart and brain With thinking of that youth I love.'
T. Moore, Evenings in Greece, p. 18.

Title: Evenings In Greece Author: Thomas Moore In thus connecting together a series of Songs by a thread of poetical narrative, my chief object has been to combine Recitation with Music, so as to enable a greater number of persons to join in the performance, by enlisting as readers those who may not feel willing or competent to take a part as singers.The Island of Zea where the scene is laid was called by the ancients Ceos, and was the birthplace of Simonides, Bacchylides, and other eminent persons. An account of its present state may be found in the Travels of Dr. Clarke, who says, that "it appeared to him to be the best cultivated of any of the Grecian Isles."--Vol. vi. p. 174. SONG.

As o'er her loom the Lesbian Maid In love-sick languor hung her head, Unknowing where her fingers strayed, She weeping turned away, and said, "Oh, my sweet Mother--'tis in vain-"I cannot weave, as once I wove-"So wildered is my heart and brain "With thinking of that youth I love!" Again the web she tried to trace, But tears fell o'er each tangled thread; While looking in her mother's face, Who watchful o'er her leaned, she said, "Oh, my sweet Mother--'tis in vain-"I cannot weave, as once I wove-"So wildered is my heart and brain "With thinking of that youth I love!"