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CXLV.

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 neighboring 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.

CXLVI.

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 spoil'd, prepared a new one, Because her mistress would not let her break That sleep which seem'd as it would ne'er awake.

Whence melody descends, as from a throne.

CLII

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.

CLIII.

And Juan, too, was help'd out from his dream,
Or sleep, or whatsoe'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