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 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!

by George Gordon Byron

Comments (30)

Great and influential with a greater delivery...
That names less grace is all over this poem. Byron... Still the hound dog.
Lovely romantic piece of poetry, elegantly brought forth in good rhyme scheme with conviction.
beautifully written by a love struck poet.
A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! So serene...
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