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She Walks in Beauty
BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)
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 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 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!
Commentary
Never have I ever matched the perfect picture to the perfect poem. Truth be told, as I spend hours on end to find Poems that I'd like to reintroduce to the world though not a hard thing to do, it certainly is time consuming. But the delights I tell you, when I find a gem of a poem such as this and then I get to match it with this lovely young woman. Damn! My heart skipped a beat.
I have this kind of feeling that Lord Byron wrote this poem (this is not a fact, just a hunch) he was either in love with someone or saw an angel of a beauty pass him. I've re-read the poem for the fifth time now and still I could appreciate the beauty and the meaning of it in an entirely new way. I hope you enjoyed reading this poem as much as I did.
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