George Gordon, Lord Byron
She Walks in Beauty (1815)


She walks in beauty like the night


Of cloudless climes and starry skies,


And all thats best of dark and bright


Meet in her aspect and her eyes;


Thus mellowed to the 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 oer her face,


Where thoughts serenely sweet express


How pure, how dear their dwelling place.


And on that cheek and oer 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.