                            SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY
                                Lord Byron

                   She walks in beauty like the night
                   Of clouless climes and srarry skies;
                   And all that's best of dark and bright
                   Meets 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.
