maelorin: (she who laughs)
posted by [personal profile] maelorin at 10:56pm on 30/04/2004

Lord Byron
CLXXIII. "She walks in beauty, like the night"
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. 

Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
Mood:: 'contemplative' contemplative

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