Don Juan 04-068
Canto the Fourth


Yet she betray'd at times a gleam of sense;
 Nothing could make her meet her father's face,
Though on all other things with looks intense
 She gazed, but none she ever could retrace;
Food she refused, and raiment; no pretence
 Avail'd for either; neither change of place,
Nor time, nor skill, nor remedy, could give her
Senses to sleep -- the power seem'd gone for ever.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)