February 15th

She Walks in Beauty

by George Gordon, Lord Byron

 

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!

 

 

 

    She               beauty, like     night

  cloudless       and starry 

    all that’s best         and bright

     in                       her eyes;

                                     tender light

         heaven                day           . 

One       the more, one ray             ,

Had                                             grace

      waves    every raven tress,

     softly          o’er her face;

            thoughts serenely sweet express,

        pure,                          dwelling-place.

       on        cheek, and o’er       brow,

     soft,    calm,      eloquent,

     smiles       win, the               glow,

                             goodness spent,

                 peace with all           ,

    heart            love    innocent!