"She walks in beauty, like the night" by Lord Byron
SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright Meets in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellow'd to that tender light 5 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, 10 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, 15 But tell of days in goodness spent,— A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent. Labels: poem |
Comments on ""She walks in beauty, like the night" by Lord Byron"
OMG Dannie I just want you to know you freak me out more and more each day. This and Shakespeare's Sonnet 130 have always been my favorites. I have this poem framed in my room.
I have sonnet 130 framed in my office chica!
Oh snap!! Get out of my head! lmao