She Walks in Beauty

"She walks in beauty like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies..."
She Walks in Beauty

by George Gordon, Lord Byron

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 mellow'd to that tender light

     Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the 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'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

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