Don Juan By Lord Byron Canto XVI

But still the shade remained, the blue eyes glared,
  And rather variably for stony death.
Yet one thing rather good the grave had spared;
  The ghost had a remarkably sweet breath.
A straggling curl showed he had been fair-haired.
  A red lip with two rows of pearls beneath
Gleamed forth, as through the casement's ivy shroud
The moon peeped, just escaped from a grey cloud.

And Juan, puzzled but still curious, thrust
  His other arm forth. Wonder upon wonder!
It pressed upon a hard but glowing bust,
 Which beat as if there was a warm heart under.
He found, as people on most trials must,
  That he had made at first a silly blunder
And that in his confusion he had caught
Only the wall, instead of what he sought

The ghost, if ghost it were, seemed a sweet soul
  As ever lurked beneath a holy hood.
A dimpled chin, a neck of ivory stole
  Forth into something much like flesh and blood.
Back fell the sable frock and dreary cowl
  And they revealed, alas, that ere they should,
In full, voluptuous, but not o'ergrown bulk,
The phantom of her frolic Grace — Fita-Fulke!

[The end of the 1857 edition]

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