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)
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