Lara 02-20
CANTO THE SECOND.

XX.

But gasping heaved the breath that Lara drew,
And dull the film along his dim eye grew;
His limbs stretch'd fluttering, and his head droop'd o'er
The weak yet still untiring knee that bore:
He press'd the hand he held upon his heart -
It beats no more, but Kaled will not part
With the cold grasp, but feels, and feels in vain,
For that faint throb which answers not again.
"It beats!" - Away, thou dreamer! he is gone -
It once was Lara which thou look'st upon.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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