Don Juan 03-027
Canto the Third

XXVII
He saw his white walls shining in the sun,
His garden trees all shadowy and green;
He heard his rivulet's light bubbling run,
The distant dog-bark; and perceived between
The umbrage of the wood so cool and dun
The moving figures, and the sparkling sheen
Of arms (in the East all arm)-and various dyes
Of colour'd garbs, as bright as butterflies.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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