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’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!
Cory Garcia
11yLove this!
London
11ylove her face softly
Victoria Strohacker
11ythis poem is just so descriptive
its just so good i love it
Leesaan Robertson
11yThis poem is awesome and very descriptive. You expressed it well.
The Verse
9yNow I see why Edgar Allen Poe was so entranced by Lord Byron
Milton
9yAmazing poetry ! It dances, it moves !
Penisbetterthansword
9yI bow to the grace of this poem.
Nelson D Reyes
3yPoem reads beautifully
London
3yLord Byron
Wretchedwr
2ySweet