Don Juan 04-065
Canto the Fourth

 LXV

And then a slave bethought her of a harp;
 The harper came, and tuned his instrument;
At the first notes, irregular and sharp,
 On him her flashing eyes a moment bent,
Then to the wall she turn'd as if to warp
 Her thoughts from sorrow through her heart re-sent;
And he begun a long low island song
Of ancient days, ere tyranny grew strong.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) 
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