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.