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 day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less
Had half impaired the nameless grace which waves
In every raventress or softly,
Softly lightens or her face.
Where thoughts serenly sweet express how calm and dear their dwelling place
And on that cheeck, and on that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent
The smiles that win the tints that glow
A heart whose love is innocent
She walks in beauty like the night
*Original poem, "She Walks in Beauty" by George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824)
