Don Juan By Lord Byron Canto VI

But what was strangest in this virgin crew,
  Although her beauty was enough to vex,
After the first investigating view,
  They all found out as few, or fewer, specks
In the fair form of their companion new,
  Than is the custom of the gentle sex,
When they survey, with Christian eyes or Heathen,
In a new face 'the ugliest creature breathing.'

And yet they had their little jealousies,
  Like all the rest; but upon this occasion,
Whether there are such things as sympathies
  Without our knowledge or our approbation,
Although they could not see through his disguise,
  All felt a soft kind of concatenation,
Like magnetism, or devilism, or what
You please — we will not quarrel about that:

But certain 'tis they all felt for their new
  Companion something newer still, as 'twere
A sentimental friendship through and through,
  Extremely pure, which made them all concur
In wishing her their sister, save a few
  Who wish'd they had a brother just like her,
Whom, if they were at home in sweet Circassia,
They would prefer to Padisha or Pacha.

Of those who had most genius for this sort
  Of sentimental friendship, there were three,
Lolah, Katinka, and Dudu; in short
  (To save description), fair as fair can be
Were they, according to the best report,
  Though differing in stature and degree,
And clime and time, and country and complexion;
They all alike admired their new connection.

Lolah was dusk as India and as warm;
  Katinka was a Georgian, white and red,
With great blue eyes, a lovely hand and arm,
  And feet so small they scarce seem'd made to tread,
But rather skim the earth; while Dudu's form
  Look'd more adapted to be put to bed,
Being somewhat large, and languishing, and lazy,
Yet of a beauty that would drive you crazy.

A kind of sleepy Venus seem'd Dudu,
  Yet very fit to 'murder sleep' in those
Who gazed upon her cheek's transcendent hue,
  Her Attic forehead, and her Phidian nose:
Few angles were there in her form, 'tis true,
  Thinner she might have been, and yet scarce lose;
Yet, after all, 'twould puzzle to say where
It would not spoil some separate charm to pare.

She was not violently lively, but
  Stole on your spirit like a May-day breaking;
Her eyes were not too sparkling, yet, half-shut,
  They put beholders in a tender taking;
She look'd (this simile 's quite new) just cut
  From marble, like Pygmalion's statue waking,
The mortal and the marble still at strife,
And timidly expanding into life.

Lolah demanded the new damsel's name —
  'Juanna.' — Well, a pretty name enough.
Katinka ask'd her also whence she came —
  'From Spain.' — 'But where is Spain?' — 'Don't ask such stuff,
Nor show your Georgian ignorance — for shame!'
  Said Lolah, with an accent rather rough,
To poor Katinka: 'Spain 's an island near
Morocco, betwixt Egypt and Tangier.'

Dudu said nothing, but sat down beside
  Juanna, playing with her veil or hair;
And looking at her steadfastly, she sigh'd,
  As if she pitied her for being there,
A pretty stranger without friend or guide,
  And all abash'd, too, at the general stare
Which welcomes hapless strangers in all places,
With kind remarks upon their mien and faces.

But here the Mother of the Maids drew near,
  With, 'Ladies, it is time to go to rest.
I 'm puzzled what to do with you, my dear,'
  She added to Juanna, their new guest:
'Your coming has been unexpected here,
  And every couch is occupied; you had best
Partake of mine; but by to-morrow early
We will have all things settled for you fairly.'

Here Lolah interposed — 'Mamma, you know
  You don't sleep soundly, and I cannot bear
That anybody should disturb you so;
  I 'll take Juanna; we 're a slenderer pair
Than you would make the half of; — don't say no;
  And I of your young charge will take due care.'
But here Katinka interfered, and said,
'She also had compassion and a bed.

'Besides, I hate to sleep alone,' quoth she.
  The matron frown'd: 'Why so?' — 'For fear of ghosts,'
Replied Katinka; 'I am sure I see
  A phantom upon each of the four posts;
And then I have the worst dreams that can be,
  Of Guebres, Giaours, and Ginns, and Gouls in hosts.'
The dame replied, 'Between your dreams and you,
I fear Juanna's dreams would be but few.

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