She Walks in beauty

Here is a poem by George Gordon Lord Byron,who was one of the leading figures in the Romantic movement.He died on the 19th April 1824,aged only 36.He is regarded as one of the greatest British poets ever,a man whose works I truly admire.I so hope everyone enjoys the post.

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 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 over 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.

A poem by Lord Byron


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