She walks in Beauty

She walks in Beauty

Byron

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!

She walks in Beauty