She walks in Beauty, like the night <br />Of cloudless climes and starry skies; <br />And all that's best of dark and bright <br />Meet in her aspect and her eyes: <br />Thus mellowed to that tender light <br />Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. <br /> <br />One shade the more, one ray the less, <br />Had half impaired the nameless grace <br />Which waves in every raven tress, <br />Or softly lightens o'er her face; <br />Where thoughts serenely sweet express, <br />How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. <br /> <br />And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, <br />So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, <br />The smiles that win, the tints that glow, <br />But tell of days in goodness spent, <br />A mind at peace with all below, <br />A heart whose love is innocent!<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-walks-in-beauty-7/
