Don Juan 04-034
Canto the Fourth

 XXXIV

And wet, and cold, and lifeless at her feet,
 Pale as the foam that froth'd on his dead brow,
Which she essay'd in vain to clear (how sweet
 Were once her cares, how idle seem'd they now!),
Lay Juan, nor could aught renew the beat
 Of his quench'd heart; and the sea dirges low
Rang in her sad ears like a mermaid's song,
And that brief dream appear'd a life too long.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) 
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