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13. May 2011

She Walks in Beauty

    She walks in beauty, like the night 
    Of cloudless climbs and starry skies ; 
    And all that's best of dark and bright 
    Meet in her aspect and her eyes: 
    Thus mellow'd to that tender light 
    Which heaven to the 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; 
    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 (1788-1824)