She Walks in Beauty
I was reading some Lord Byron today and I came across this beautiful poem.
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudsless times and starry skies;
And all that’s beast of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray less,
Had half impair’d 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’re 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 the below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
