Don Juan 02-197
Canto the Second

CXCVII

For there it lies so tranquil, so beloved,
     All that it hath of life with us is living;
So gentle, stirless, helpless, and unmoved,
     And all unconscious of the joy 't is giving;
All it hath felt, inflicted, pass'd, and proved,
     Hush'd into depths beyond the watcher's diving:
There lies the thing we love with all its errors
And all its charms, like death without its terrors.

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