Friday, 17 May 2013

She walks in Beauty


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 mellow'd to that tender light 
  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;
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!


-George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron. (1788–1824)









ps: this is one of my favourite poem back then.