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 èr her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o èr 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, Lord Byron

(Love Book by Allie Esiri page 11)