Wednesday, January 16, 2013

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!
                                         -Lord Byron


  1. Lovely poem. You have a true knack with words. Brilliant!


  2. How sweet:)

    Thank you for your comment on my post today - your support is appreciated. I tried emailing you back, but you seem to be a "no-reply comment" blogger:(


  3. Sounds like you had cool friends in high school. In college someone used to tape poetry to the insides of our bathrooms stalls. (Oh Captain My Captain, When I Was One and Twenty, Invictus...)
    Here's one from Jack Prelutsky from a book of haikus for children we read out loud last night:

    Gaudily feathered,
    With nothing to say,
    I can't stop talking.

    It's about a parrot but I could think of a human or two that it could apply to.