She Walks in Beauty
George Gordon Byron, 1814
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 shad 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!
3 thoughts on “She Walks in Beauty”
Although I do not like George Byron the man, I do love George Byron the poet! “She Walks in Beauty” is one of my favorites—if not my absolute favorite—of his.
What is your favorite Byron poem?
My favorite … hmmm… I think my absolute favorite of his is “Stanzas for Music,” and then I like “She Walks in Beauty” next, and then “When We Two Parted.” Also, a great favorite is “So We’ll Go No More A-Roving.”
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