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And young Aurora kiss'd her lips with dew；
Taking her for a sister； just the same
Mistake you would have made on seeing the two；
Although the mortal； quite as fresh and fair；
Had all the advantage； too； of not being air。
And when into the cavern Haidee stepp'd
All timidly； yet rapidly； she saw
That like an infant Juan sweetly slept；
And then she stopp'd； and stood as if in awe
（For sleep is awful）； and on tiptoe crept
And wrapt him closer； lest the air； too raw；
Should reach his blood； then o'er him still as death
Bent with hush'd lips； that drank his scarce…drawn breath。
And thus like to an angel o'er the dying
Who die in righteousness； she lean'd； and there
All tranquilly the shipwreck'd boy was lying；
As o'er him the calm and stirless air：
But Zoe the meantime some eggs was frying；
Since； after all； no doubt the youthful pair
Must breakfast… and betimes； lest they should ask it；
She drew out her provision from the basket。
She knew that the best feelings must have victual；
And that a shipwreck'd youth would hungry be；
Besides； being less in love； she yawn'd a little；
And felt her veins chill'd by the neighbouring sea；
And so； she cook'd their breakfast to a tittle；
I can't say that she gave them any tea；
But there were eggs； fruit； coffee； bread； fish； honey；
With Scio wine；… and all for love； not money。
And Zoe； when the eggs were ready； and
The coffee made； would fain have waken'd Juan；
But Haidee stopp'd her with her quick small hand；
And without word； a sign her finger drew on
Her lip； which Zoe needs must understand；
And； the first breakfast spoilt； prepared a new one；
Because her mistress would not let her break
That sleep which seem'd as it would ne'er awake。
For still he lay； and on his thin worn cheek
A purple hectic play'd like dying day
On the snow…tops of distant hills； the streak
Of sufferance yet upon his forehead lay；
Where the blue veins look'd shadowy； shrunk； and weak；
And his black curls were dewy with the spray；
Which weigh'd upon them yet； all damp and salt；
Mix'd with the stony vapours of the vault。
And she bent o'er him； and he lay beneath；
Hush'd as the babe upon its mother's breast；
Droop'd as the willow when no winds can breathe；
Lull'd like the depth of ocean when at rest；
Fair as the crowning rose of the whole wreath；
Soft as the callow cygnet in its nest；
In short； he was a very pretty fellow；
Although his woes had turn'd him rather yellow。
He woke and gazed； and would have slept again；
But the fair face which met his eyes forbade
Those eyes to close； though weariness and pain
Had further sleep a further pleasure made；
For woman's face was never form'd in vain
For Juan； so that even when he pray'd
He turn'd from grisly saints； and martyrs hairy；
To the sweet portraits of the Virgin Mary。
And thus upon his elbow he arose；
And look'd upon the lady； in whose cheek
The pale contended with the purple rose；
As with an effort she began to speak；
Her eyes were eloquent； her words would pose；
Although she told him； in good modern Greek；
With an Ionian accent； low and sweet；
That he was faint； and must not talk； but eat。
Now Juan could not understand a word；
Being no Grecian； but he had an ear；
And her voice was the warble of a bird；
So soft； so sweet； so delicately clear；
That finer； simpler music ne'er was heard；
The sort of sound we echo with a tear；
Without knowing why… an overpowering tone；
Whence Melody descends as from a throne。
And Juan gazed as one who is awoke
By a distant organ； doubting if he be
Not yet a dreamer； till the spell is broke
By the watchman； or some such reality；
Or by one's early valet's cursed knock；
At least it is a heavy sound to me；
Who like a morning slumber… for the night
Shows stars and women in a better light。
And Juan； too； was help'd out from his dream；
Or sleep； or whatso'er it was； by feeling
A most prodigious appetite： the steam
Of Zoe's cookery no doubt was stealing
Upon his senses； and the kindling beam
Of the new fire； which Zoe kept up； kneeling
To stir her viands； made him quite awake
And long for food； but chiefly a beef…steak。
But beef is rare within these oxless isles；
Goat's flesh there is； no doubt； and kid； and mutton；
And； when a holiday upon them smiles；
A joint upon their barbarous spits they put on：
But this occurs but seldom； between whiles；
For some of these are rocks with scarce a hut on；
Others are fair and fertile； among which
This； though not large； was one of the most rich。
I say that beef is rare； and can't help thinking
That the old fable of the Minotaur…
From which our modern morals rightly shrinking
Condemn the royal lady's taste who wore
A cow's shape for a mask… was only （sinking
The allegory） a mere type； no more；
That Pasiphae promoted breeding cattle；
To make the Cretans bloodier in battle。
For we all know that English people are
Fed upon beef… I won't say much of beer；
Because 't is liquor only； and being far
From this my subject； has no business here；
We know； too； they very fond of war；
A pleasure… like all pleasures… rather dear；
So were the Cretans… from which I infer
That beef and battles both were owing to her。
But to resume。 The languid Juan raised
His head upon his elbow； and he saw
A sight on which he had not lately gazed；
As all his latter meals had been quite raw；
Three or four things； for which the Lord he praised；
And； feeling still the famish'd vulture gnaw；
He fell upon whate'er was offer'd； like
A priest； a shark； an alderman； or pike。
He ate； and he was well supplied： and she；
Who watch'd him like a mother； would have fed
Him past all bounds； because she smiled to see
Such appetite in one she had deem'd dead；
But Zoe； being older than Haidee；
Knew （by tradition； for she ne'er had read）
That famish'd people must be slowly nurst；
And fed by spoonfuls； else they always burst。
And so she took the liberty to state；
Rather by deeds than words； because the case
Was urgent； that the gentleman； whose fate
Had made her mistress quit her bed to trace
The sea…shore at this hour； must leave his plate；
Unless he wish'd to die upon the place…
She snatch'd it； and refused another morsel；
Saying； he had gorged enough to make a horse ill。
Next they… he being naked； save a tatter'd
Pair of scarce decent trowsers… went to work；
And in the fire his recent rags they scatterd；
And dress'd him； for the present； like a Turk；
Or Greek… that is； although it not much matter'd；
Omitting turban； slippers； pistols； dirk；…
They furnish'd him； entire； except some stitches；
With a clean shirt； and very spacious breeches。
And then fair Haidee tried her tongue at speaking；
But not a word could Juan prehend；
Although he listen'd so that the young Greek in
Her earnestness would ne'er have made an end；
And； as he interrupted not； went eking
Her speech out to her protege and friend；
Till pausing at the last her breath to take；
She saw he did not understand Romaic。
And then she had recourse to nods； and signs；
And smiles； and sparkles of the speaking eye；
And read （the only book she could） the lines
Of his fair face； and found； by sympathy；
The answer eloquent； where