‘She walks in beauty…’

…from the quills of dead white poets

Lord Byron (1788 – 1824)

 

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 rays 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 bellow,

A heart whose love is innocent!

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