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 the 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.
Can’t understand the secret behind loving this particular poem for lord Byron, it is written in my bedroom, office, car, and even in my cabinet at the gym. Lord Byron here is describing his cousin whom he has seen in a mourning “black” dress. Have never seen such a picture, I personally think that he excelled in showing us that She combines opposites or extremes in perfect proportions in her looks and in her personality. What a sensational picture.