She
Walks in Beauty
SHE
walks in beauty like the night
Of
cloudless climes and starry skies,
And
all that's best of dark and bright
Meet
in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus
mellowed to the tender light
Which
heaven to gaudy day denies.
One
ray the more, one shade the less
Had
half impaired the nameless grace
Which
waves in every raven tress
Or
softly lightens o'er her face,
Where
thoughts serenely sweet express
How
pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And
on that cheek and o'er that brow
So
soft, so calm yet eloquent,
The
smiles that win, the tints that glow
But
tell of days in goodness spent
A
mind at peace with all below,
A
heart whose love is innocent.
-Lord
Byron, (George Gordon)