George Gordon, Lord Byron, Don Juan — Canto the Sixteenth (1824)
“ When deep sleep fell on men, and the world wore The starry darkness round her like a girdle Spangled with gems -- the monk made his blood curdle. CXIV A noise like to wet fingers drawn on glass, Which sets the teeth on edge; and a slight clatter, Like showers which on the midnight gusts will pass, Sounding like very supernatural water, Came over Juan's ear, which throbb'd, alas! For immaterialism's a serious matter; So that even those whose faith is the most great In souls immortal, shun them tête-à-tête. ”
