Don Juan 04-063
Canto the Fourth

 LXIII

She look'd on many a face with vacant eye,
 On many a token without knowing what;
She saw them watch her without asking why,
 And reck'd not who around her pillow sat;
Not speechless, though she spoke not; not a sigh
 Relieved her thoughts; dull silence and quick chat
Were tried in vain by those who served; she gave
No sign, save breath, of having left the grave.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) 
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