Don Juan 04-029
Canto the Fourth

 XXIX

Now pillow'd cheek to cheek, in loving sleep,
 Haidee and Juan their siesta took,
A gentle slumber, but it was not deep,
 For ever and anon a something shook
Juan, and shuddering o'er his frame would creep;
 And Haidee's sweet lips murmur'd like a brook
A wordless music, and her face so fair
Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) 
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