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 mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet 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
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 the cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
~Lord Byron
Poetically yours,
Simply wonderful!
ReplyDeleteWonderful ! I have a pair of those as well in a rose colour soo comfy ! Have a great day !
ReplyDeleteI have always loved that poem. When I was young, our H.S. choir sang that at State competition. I remember we did really well.
ReplyDeleteShe walks in clogs
ReplyDeletethrough swamps
through bogs
and though it rain
yea, though it pour
her toes are dry
forever more.
Hi from the A to Z challenge!
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