Don Juan 02-134
Canto the Second

CXXXIV

And thus they left him to his lone repose:
     Juan slept like a top, or like the dead,
Who sleep at last, perhaps (God only knows),
     Just for the present; and in his lull'd head
Not even a vision of his former woes
     Throbb'd in accursed dreams, which sometimes spread
Unwelcome visions of our former years,
Till the eye, cheated, opens thick with tears.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) ByronLong
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