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 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 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!
Why are all of Byron's works so poorly rated on this site? Ridiculous. This is a magnificent poem.
The caption itself is captivating! The last two lines are the crown of the poem.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, ........impressive and thrilling expression. Beautiful poem.
this is romantic poem; very finest lines- A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! so romantically written
this is romantic poem; very finest lines A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! so romantically written
A beautiful poem. Lord Byron is so under rated on this site. He should be up there with Keats and Shakespeare.