Thursday, March 31, 2011

Mark and Mariah Musingly






She Walks in Beauty
By Lord Byron

I
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 the tender light
  
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.



II

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.



III
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.

2 comments:

Amy Stachniak said...

Is Mark getting married? Seriously we need to chat!

Little Bohemia said...

hahahahah