LORD BYRON

SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

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And all that's best of dark and bright

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Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

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Thus mellow'd to that tender light

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Wich heaven to gaudy day denie.

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One shade the more, one ray the lees,

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Had half impair'd the nameless grace

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Which waves in every taven tress,

Or sofly lightens o'er her face;

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Where thoughts serenely

sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

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And on that cheek, and o'er

that row,

So soft, so calm, yet elocuent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heat whose love is innocent!