Parolee psych stalks beauty's flight <br />through sunless streets, 'neath sullen skies; <br />stands gall, all's worst on earth: wrong, spite, <br />defeat, cheat aspect, shady eyes. <br />Yellow liver would end fair light <br />rich heaven to dawdling fay denies. <br /> <br />One shade the more, one ray the less, <br />impairing graceful loveliness. <br />Itch raves to smirch each raven tress, <br />hard hollow follows fairest face; <br />his thoughts touch base with base duress <br />impure, fears tear unequal race. <br /> <br />And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, <br />once soft, both calm set, eloquent, <br />fair winning smile where blush tints glow, <br />smile hearts won, there saw life's tints' flow <br />now's compromised, damned goodness spent. <br />Mind lies at peace with all below, <br />sole dies whose soul was innocent.<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parolee-psych-stalks-beauty-s-flight-after-george-gordon-lord-byron-she-walks-in-beauty/
