Don Juan 04-069
Canto the Fourth

 LXIX

Twelve days and nights she wither'd thus; at last,
 Without a groan, or sigh, or glance, to show
A parting pang, the spirit from her past:
 And they who watch'd her nearest could not know
The very instant, till the change that cast
 Her sweet face into shadow, dull and slow,
Glazed o'er her eyes -- the beautiful, the black --
Oh! to possess such lustre -- and then lack!

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) 
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