Don Juan 04-072
Canto the Fourth

 LXXII

That isle is now all desolate and bare,
 Its dwellings down, its tenants pass'd away;
None but her own and father's grave is there,
 And nothing outward tells of human clay;
Ye could not know where lies a thing so fair,
 No stone is there to show, no tongue to say
What was; no dirge, except the hollow sea's,
Mourns o'er the beauty of the Cyclades.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) 
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