She Walks in Beauty
By Lord Byron (George Gordon)
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 that tender light
Which
heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade
the more, one ray 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!
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