Don Juan 02-184
Canto the Second

CLXXXIV

And thus they wander'd forth, and hand in hand,
     Over the shining pebbles and the shells,
Glided along the smooth and harden'd sand,
     And in the worn and wild receptacles
Work'd by the storms, yet work'd as it were plann'd,
     In hollow halls, with sparry roofs and cells,
They turn'd to rest; and, each clasp'd by an arm,
Yielded to the deep twilight's purple charm.

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